When the flier was handed to him, Keiran wrinkled his brow as if he were attempting to read it, when he truly didn't care what the flier said. He was pretty much convinced he was going to go and work as a bartender, no matter what the pay was. A chance to work with both Sam and Jackson, as well as an invite to one of the hottest parties in Athens? - it was a no brainer.
With a grin on his face, he looked between Jackson and Sam, the former looking rather perturbed about something while the latter examined his drink.
“I drink whatever I steal – er, buy. Drink whatever I buy. Jackson just got this for me... we were supposed to just be on break, but apparently we're taking two or three breaks in a row,” he laughed, eyeing the beer before chugging the mug full. He wasn't about to have someone question his drinking ability, he'd drink whatever was set in front of him, essentially.