Keith blinked as he heard an ow. Looking at them in confusion. "Can you two not spend five minutes around each other without fighting?" He asked with a sigh of exasperation. He blinked at their interactions. He made a face then got a plate fixed for himself. He began to chow down on the food. He let out a sound of delight. "Oh wow! This is the best food I have ever had!" He didn't eat much though. He was soon finished even though he had eaten maybe a fourth of the food on his plate. He pushed it away and went back to his coffee. Finishing that cup and got another. "I'm full...that was a delicious breakfast. I forgot breakfast could taste so good." he said mostly to himself. He drowned coffee with creamer and sugar.<br/><br/>He looked up at them. Blinking a bit and tilted his head cutely to the side. "Uh...hello. I might not be very worldly in the world of whatever is going on but I do happen to know I am in a roundabout way being talked about." he then straightened up. Blinking a bit and sighed. "Separate corners children." he said sternly but with a warm smile. He looked to Vince. "As for you. If you want to be a stripper there is a male strip club Cameron told me about and has been trying to make me go to. It is a guy stripper club. Anyways the point is Cameron co owns it and says they need another guy. You want after school I'll take you by there and you can apply. You aren't going out dressed in nothing but underwear though." He turned bright red for a moment. "Anyways. I'll get you there than I'm leaving. That sort of place is so not my scene. Plus if I escape before Cameron and DJ get ahold of me I will not be forced to watch."<br/><br/>He groaned. "Or worse..." He didn't say it but worse was Cameron and DJ make him go up on stage. He shook his head. His friends were perverts but they his best buds. Though they had kinda followed him here. They told him a week ago. He didn't have many friends. Cameron and DJ were an item. He looked at Sam. "What kind of things you interested in? I'm certain there is some more...uh...discreet jobs that have openings." He looked at them both. Sipping his coffee. Shaking his head. He stood up and stretched. His shirt rising up and revealed the smooth soft skin and not muscular or pronouncedly toned but definetly fit lower back. He then sat back down and resumed drinking his coffee.