Boredom was not something that Keiran handled well. It was yet another reason to drink himself silly, but sadly he'd finished off his drink and he wasn't going to drink the rest of Sam's Bourbon. Finishing off someone else's handle without asking was a most definite party foul.
To combat his insatiable boredom, Keiran had started looking around the room. It took all of two minutes for him to find out that he had no desire to find out what else Sam kept in his dressing room.
Settling down on the futon, he cushioned his head on an arm while one of his legs was thrown over top the back of it. His other leg hung off the edge, his foot planted firmly on the floor. In this strange position he began playing solitaire on his phone, though the majority of his mind was consumed by thoughts of Sam.
He truly wanted to go out and scare the bejesus out of anyone who was ogling Sam. It wasn't right for all those slobs and alcoholics to see someone as important, as great as Sam.
However, somewhere along this line of thought Keiran lost track... and fell asleep. When Sam entered the room, he didn't so much as twitch.