Lyle looked up at Dante and laughed softly. He thought that he was joking, but it was quickly apparent that he wasn't. He didn't feel like getting dragged out of here so he could at least consider it. Honestly though, he just didn't want to go home. His ex often came over to beg for him back and he couldn't deal with that right now with so much on his plate. He'd have a fucking break down. It pissed him off that he had to go out of his way to avoid that creep.<br/><br/>Lyle sighed and sat up. He ran a hand through his hair that was actually longer than it looked once it was down. "Only one night, Dante. One. Where do you live? I'm not going if you live too far. I don't like being that far away from the bar."