Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
Actually, Lyle had gotten exactly what Frankie had ordered, minus the coke. He'd gone up to the bar, pointed at the bottle on the wall, and gotten his drink. He needed something stiffer, being a vampire and all. Turning out to face the crowd, Lyle looked down at his own glass, then pointed to Frankie's, tipping his own. Same thing, more or less. But hanging out with a social butterfly could prove challenging. Fisher had been quiet, and he understood not to ask questions that actually needed an answer. So unless Lyle was going to be playing charades tonight, he needed a better method.
Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he typed out a quick text, showing the screen to Frankie.