[ the baffled look on keith's face intensifies as he haphazardly skewers a ball on the end of his fork and accidentally splashes it into the ranch. jeopardize us? i have more self control than that?

keith blinks, then attempts to scoop out the ball by rolling it around somewhat ineffectually. ]]

You[re not putting me in jeopardy by going to the bathroom...?

[ it's laugable that there's enough uncertainty in keith's voice that it even sounds like a question. this isn't dogtown, but it's still gloucester so.... who knows? maybe there's some freaky but cool oddity hiding out in the bar bathroos?? at least that almost starts to make sense of why the other guy wanted to take him to go?? brow furrowing, keith finally manages to reskewer the ball, and lifts it out of the ranch, now thoroughly drenched in white sauce. ]

You don't have to protect me from the bathroom, you know?