Lyle doesn't look old Hollywood. Lyle looks like the intern who wants to be an extra and somehow stole a beefy star's clothing. His shirt is two sizes too big, as most of his clothes are, and he definitely isn't wearing a tie or jacket. The top button's undone because Lyle doesn't like top buttons. It's not very formal, all in all, though his shoes are the shiniest they've ever been. He's here with Sully, which is fun, but Sully has a lot of friends. Obligations. He understands.

Lyle slips next to his roommate in one of those moments, tapping the bar twice, dramatic as the night demands. "I say." He says, in the nasally old-time movie star voice that he can't really do. "What kinda gin joint doesn't even have gin?" (He doesn't drink gin.) (Hi, Roland.)