Keith was outside the front of the school and saw how angry Alex was. He took no pleasure in that. The pain it caused him to see her so mad was crippling, but he refused to buckle under the strain. Keith simply sighed and went to the gym to pass the time until the jocks would pick him up out in the parking lot. They had all agreed to meet there and take David's Hummer, it had the most room. Working out like a mad man, Keith sweated it all out, preventing his emotions from surfacing. He knew that as much as it hurt now, pain is temporary. At the end of pain is success. Pain was a wall and Keith just had to knock it over. His new steely demeanor gave him the sledge hammer he would need to crumble the walls, and with any luck, he would finally be with Alex after all of this shit was done. He hated every second of this, this cruel fucking game, but she was stubborn and set in her ways. In her mind, this was the only way he could prove himself.<br/><br/>After a few hours, he showered and got ready for the jocks to arrive. David was there first, but they didn't have much time to chat as the others arrived very shortly after. Everyone but Keith piled into the Hummer, it was just one spot short for him. It didn't matter, they'd be too hammer to drive anyway and Keith would want to get some sleep.<br/><br/>Keith walked into the strip club with confidence, his steely eyes literally gleaming in the dim, pulsing light and haze. He knew he was about to have a good time putting on a show for Alex. It was going to be a tease show, making her so jealous she wouldn't know what to do with herself. As the jocks ordered up shots, Keith grinned. He had refined his fortitude since the pool party, and now he knew he could drink them under the table and control this entire evening. His mind was alight with calculations and equations. David was the first one he needed to deal with, and vodka was his kyptonite, specifically lemon. He remembered seeing him at the party downing lemon vodka and then passing out four shots in. The others were just as easy, tequila and gin would take them down with ease. And as for the whores, he would lead them on a bit and then gently turn them down, sicking them on the drunk jocks until they had spent every last dime. He had even anticipated drugs and after a quick trip to the schools chem lab, had an antidote of sorts for everything imaginable. Alex wanted to play dirty, but she had underestimated his mind.<br/><br/>As the guys all sat down at the booth, Keith stood. “I just wanted to thank all of you for coming this evening, It really means a lot to me that you would be here, showing me how to have a good time. Let's get wasted, shall we?” He finished as the waitress came. “Lemon vodka, your strongest stuff, and some gin to start us off, please and thank you” He said to her before anyone else could say a word. Keith was playing Alpha Dog tonight. The drinks came and he jovially challenged David to a drinking contest. David, confident nearly to a fault began to down shots of the lemon vodka. Keith was stone faced as he downed shot after shot until David conceded. He was laughing his ass off, clearly feeling the alcohol coursing through him. Others challenged Keith, figuring they'd take him now that he had a few in him, but they all soon gave up. Keith stayed sober by forcing composure onto himself and counting the numbers of Pi in his head, Once he got as far as he could go, he began counting in Latin, German, Russian, French, Finnish, and Spanish, only to repeat the process. It not only helped clear his mind from the alcohol, it helped him keep his composure. As the stripper arrived, Keith simply sat there admiring how the jocks were boozed up and watching the whore dance for their money. Keith knew Alexandria was there, and put on a good show by blankly watching the whore dance. In reality, he was looking just past her to a TV set where an MMA fight was going on