Joe was glad to hear it. He noticed the offense in Dante's expression, but didn't want to take back what he said. He meant it and he was worried for the both of them, but happy for them too.<br/><br/>By the end of the night Lyle was a mess. He looked like he was melting. His limbs were loose and he was very sleepy. He was totally smashed. He couldn't speak without getting tongue tied or trailing off and getting confused. He now couldn't take his half lidded glossy eyes off Dante. His hand reached across the table, holding Dente's as he spoke about something along the lines of kittens being cuter than dogs be he wanted a dog that was as cute as a kitten. He was so far gone, but he didn't want to let go of that hand.<br/><br/>Joe was putting the bottles in a safe place but was feeling pretty drunk himself. He just barely kept a grasp on himself and kept laughing at the dumbest things. Mira was asleep on the stage with a crown she made out of the bad bottle labels. She had crowned herself empress of the bar and hit Joe so many times there was no way he was going home without bruises.<br/><br/>Lyle Played with those fingers of Dante's and even when he was shitfaced he looked at Dante with so much love and affection. "I juss mean, hwhy can we nof find a wahay to mix alligamers with kittems? I wan fwazzy aligan.. Aligorit.. Big lizmerds."