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Lance wasn’t a mean guy.
He had a twisted sense of humor, sure, but when it came down to it, Lance really wasn’t a mean guy. He didn’t actively enjoy seeing others in pain, emotional or otherwise, in fact often doing probably more than he should to prevent others from feeling it. He was the polar opposite of heartless if he did say so himself. He just wasn’t mean.
But everyone slips sometimes.
And for Lance McClain, sometimes was right now as he typed the caption to his latest instagram post.
The picture was a screenshot of an email he’d received from the TA who taught his Astronomy 100 lecture. The guy constantly had a stick up his ass, which meant his emails were always overly formal and littered with big ass words that he knew well over half the people on the receiving end would need to look up in a dictionary (not that people actually did).
It also meant he was the kind of person who expected everyone in his 8 AM lecture- comprised of mainly freshman Aerospace Engineering majors (for whom this class was mandatory) and upperclassman who still needed three more science credits to meet their general education requirements to graduate and had heard Astro 100 with Shirogane was a breeze (Lance)- to take it as seriously as they would a graduate level course. And then assign forty pages of reading during Homecoming weekend, pull a pop quiz the Monday after and make it worth 30% of your grade.
Which is exactly what had happened last week.
Seriously- what kind of sadist does that? Lance was getting heated just typing outhis caption.
That quiz had brought him down an entire letter grade. Not that Lance needed a stellar grade in this class, seeing as this was just a science credit for him. But still, it was his last year of college and he had a low GPA to revive! He had kept up with the reading and assignments well enough to keep his grade a solid B-, despite bombing both exams they’d had so far. But that quiz- that stupid, unnecessary quiz that literally everyone in the enitre 300+ person lecture failed- it was his grades downfall. And he blamed that solely on his jackass TA.
Lance looked at the screenshot of his TA's email one more time, making sure he had blurred out their emails. Reading the message again, he smiled even wider than he had when he'd initially recieved the mass email earlier this now beautiful Monday morning.
Lance wasn’t a mean guy- but finding this much happiness in this email made him feel mean. And for once, he relished it.
From: [email protected]
C;last canceled tfay sALT IN ,MY EYE /
SEE Yuo tomorrow.
Keitj
Tokendisasterbi : See this is how I know there’s a God 💕 this isn’t just some meme I found on tumblr like i usually do you guys- this is an email I honest to god just received from my TA and I’m fuckin crying happy tears cause karma is an absolute BIATCH. I hope it fucking hurts, Keith- oh I’m sorry, i meant Keitj 🖕🏽 #ripmygrade #fuckkeitj
Lance smiled to himself maniacally as he pressed ‘share’ and locked his phone, laying it to rest face down in his lap. He would check back in 20 minutes or so after he went to take a shower. It’d be sure to have at least a couple thousand likes by then.
This is why he loved being the admin of popular meme page; the internet was his diary. He could post whatever the fuck he wanted and every single one of his roughly 300k Instagram followers would just think he’s being funny. And even if they didn’t think it was funny, it didn’t matter because they had no idea who Lance was! Because on the gram, he wasn’t Lance McClain. He was:
Token Disaster Bi
The morally gray side character that everyone simps over, but wouldn’t actually go for.
Buy my nudes in the link below ⬇️
(Whenever people hit the link in his bio, it led them to a gif of Michelle from Derry Girls yelling “YOU FECKING PERVERT!” (It was Lances favorite part of his profile.))
Keith was lucky Lance had to blurr out their emails in the photo to keep his own identity (or at least the fact that he went to Garrison University) a secret. While Lance would’ve loved nothing more than to let 300,000 assholes on the internet bombard Keith Kogane on his university email with endless messages letting him know how much of a dick he is, he also had to consider the consequences that would've had on him, and how much trouble he could get in with the university for doing so. So he kept it civil and blurred out everything but the ‘.edu’ at the end of both addresses.
Lance laid back down in his bed and snuggled into his sheets once more, the prospect of a shower completely abandoned now that he didn’t actually have to get up now. His astronomy lecture was his only class on Monday’s.
He spotted the half finished bowl from the night before on his bedside table. Lance didn’t usually smoke in the mornings, but he figured there was no better way to celebrate his TA's douchebaggery being reprimanded than a wake n’ bake.
He got up and went about his usual process before smoking.
Towel jammed in the crack between the floor and his bedroom door, fan on, window open, incense burning, his SmokeBuddy at the ready, and fairy lights on for ~vibes~, Lance finally settled in. His buddies back home would give him so much shit for going to all that trouble just to smoke a little weed. ‘Who cares what other people think, it’s a plant,’ he could hear them say. They’d be right, of course, it is just a plant- but a pungent one at that; and while he knew his roommates Hunk and Pidge had no problem with him smoking weed, he also knew they weren’t fans of the smell; and as we had already established, Lance wasn’t mean. If they didn’t like the smell of weed then god dammit, Lance would make damn sure they didn’t have to smell it. It was the least he could do, really. Plus, he liked insense.
He turned on his speaker and set his smoking playlist on shuffle; the low, heady beats of a Glass Animals song starting immediately. He grabbed his pipe and lighter from the bedside table and threw himself back into the sea of blankets on his bed.
Compared to Northern California, it wasn't often that an actual Autumn chill was felt in the Texas air. But through his open window, a breeze wandered in that reminded him if home- not too chilly, but refreshing; cool enough to give Lance a shiver he hadn’t expected. He grabbed the Afghan his Abuela had painstakingly crocheted for him and draped it over his bare legs and settled in for his solo smoke session.
“Cheers,” he said to himself, bringing the pipe to his lips. He lit the bowl and inhaled deeply, listening to the quiet cracking of the burning herb. He closed his eyes for a few seconds as he held it in, savoring that dull burn in his throat before lifting the SmokeBuddy to his lips and blowing into it. No smoke came out the other end, obviously, since the whole point of a SmokeBuddy was to get rid of the smoke and it’s smell all together. Lance did miss the smoke, though. Especially for wake n’ bakes like this, when the morning sunlight streaming into his room would’ve made for some particularly pretty clouds.
Lance hadn’t smoked much recently, so he felt the effects almost immediately, the little bit of anxiety he’d had about posting that screenshot completely evaporating, pure calm settling into its place. Lance leaned back into his pillows as he took another hit.
He wondered if Keith had any friends. He must not, considering he had assigned them an ungodly amount of reading on the most social weekend of the fall semester.
Lance himself had spent the entirety of Homecoming weekend absolutely hammered, stumbling around the student tailgating lots in his black and purple striped game day overalls with a four loco in each oversized pocket. He hadn’t expected it to be as fun as previous Homecomings, since most of his friends had graduated, leaving Lance behind to complete his 5th and final year of partying- I mean college- mainly on his own; but Lance, ever the social butterfly, had been determined to find something to do.
Luckily, he’d ended up not needing to search beyond his own apartment, finding shockingly excellent drinking partners in Hunk and Pidge. They had stumbled with him, equally as drunk, from one tailgate to another, challenging random people to games of beer pong and flippy cup, politely crashing random family tailgates and charming sweet southern moms into feeding them and playing cornhole with the dads, before quietly stealing a bottle or two of cheap booze and heading on their way to do it all over again somewhere else. It was the first time he had actually hung out with his new roommates, and he found that they were actually really fun.
If his TA had honestly expected people to do the stupid reading instead of enjoying homecoming weekend like Lance and his friends had, then that’s what he must’ve been doing himself. It was so sad that Lance almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
He took another hit from his pipe as he pulled his phone out again, checking his post. Over 5000 likes already. Not bad. He locked his phone and let it get lost in his bedding once again.
Lance was oddly superstitious about his anonymous social media fame. He didn’t like to check the progress of new posts too often, thinking it would get to his head if he started to expect too much, and then karma would switch it up on him and take away his luck for being too greedy. He forced himself to stay humble about it, which was difficult considering he was a naturally braggy person. He just didn’t want to jinx it. He had worked too hard and too long on building Token Disaster Bi from the ground up.
He had started his meme page his freshman year, mainly to store funny memes and things he found on the internet because he didn’t have enough storage on his phone. That, and to vent about his life in the captions. He never expected that people would actually follow it, but follow it they did. By the end of the school year he had over 30,000 followers. He wanted to tell his friends or family or fraternity brothers or someone that, look! He was mildly successful on social media! How cool is that!!! But when he realized how much shit he talked about all of them in his captions, he decided to keep his alternate internet identity for himself.
Over the years, his follower count grew higher and higher, occasionally even blindsiding Lance in his real life. People he knew started following Token Disaster Bi, his siblings even sending his posts to his personal account because they thought he would find them funny. Whenever that happened, he wanted to reply with something along the lines of 'Yeah no shit I find it funny, that’s why I posted it.' But he never did, only replying with an over-enthusiastic group of laugh/crying emojis to keep them off his trail.
Deep in his thoughts (and his pile of pillows), Lance took another hit- deeper this time, bringing himself to be sufficiently stoned. He allowed his mind to wander with the music, Drifter by Hippie Sabotage now playing like a movie soundtrack to his thoughts.
It really was a bummer that Keith was such a prick, cause he was suuuuper hot. That had been Lance's first thought when Keith introduced himself at the front of the lecture hall on the first day of class. Lance could see even from way up in top row Keith was a certified Hottie with a Body. He had the whole “academic bad boy” vibe going on, if that was a thing. He had shoulder length black pulled back in a half-bun, and when he shrugged of his leather jacket, he revealed muscular arms covered in tattoos, which was unfortunate for Lance since he had a serious thing for heavily tatted guys.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Keith Kogane, I’m Professor Shriogane’s teaching assistant and I will be teaching your Astronomy 100 lecture this semester.”
Oh fuck yes, Lance had thought. He couldn’t really see his face from so far back, but he didn’t need to to know the man was fine as hell. An easy science credit and in-class eye candy? Lance truly couldn’t have asked for more. He would be sure to sit closer next time so he could make eyes at him.
But then the TA opened his mouth again and ruined everything.
“I know a good amount of you probably heard that Professor Shriogane's class was a good one for an easy credit. If that’s why you’re here, then I suggest switching now. Astronomy is an ancient and profound science, and deserves nothing less than one's full attention, dedication and respect. I have dedicated my entire life so far to studying space, and while I know most of you are likely not in the same boat; while in this class, I expect you to act like you are. This will not be one of those classes where you can skate by without doing the readings or the assignments, and there will be no extra credit. You’re in college now, and it’s time to act like it. Now, I know most classes are just going over the syllabus today, but the syllabus is online and since you’re all capable adults, I expect that you know how to go over it on your own. Make sure you do, because there is important information in there. That being said, I’m excited for this semester and I hope you all are too, so let’s get started. Pull out your textbooks and turn to the beginning of chapter one.”
Lances crush on his TA had ended just as quickly as it had began. The guy may be hot, but no one was hot enough to make Lance put up with an uppity attitude like that.
Immediately after that first lecture, Lance had tried to follow Keith’s advice and went to the Registration Office to try drop the class, but unfortunately he was out of drops, which meant he was stuck with with the kill-joy that was Keith Kogane.
Needless to say, Lance continued to sit in the back of the lecture hall.
The music played calm and slow, and as Lances high hit its peak, he felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he was drifting back to sleep, unintentional dreams of muscular, tatted arms encircling his waist as his eyes finally shut, rest overtaking him once again.
-
Lance awoke to his phone buzzing somewhere in his bed. He ignored it and let it ring. When it finally died down, Lance was dozing back into dreamland- until it started ringing again.
Lance groaned and blindly felt around in his comforter for his phone, not bothering to check who was calling once he found it before answering with an agitated, “What?”
“Oooh, someone’s grumpy today,” his twin sister Rachel’s perky voice assaulted his ears through the phone.
“You woke me up,” he stated, still too asleep to match her snark.
“What do you mean I woke you up, it’s 11:30. I thought you had mostly 8 AMs,” she teased. Rachel loved giving Lance shit about being a 5th year and still having to deal with 8 AM lectures.
“It was canceled today,” he grumbled.
“Wait actually? Holy shit- go look at the post I just sent you on Instagram and see if it’s the same TA!” she said, her voice suddenly filled with an excited anticipation.
Lance rolled over on to his back, eyes still closed. “The fuck are you talking about, Rachel.”
“You know that meme page I always send you posts from? They posted some email their TA sent them about how he got salt in his eye and class was canceled, and the caption was all like ‘fuck you, hope it hurts!’ And the professor fucking commented on it, and when I looked at his profile it says he works at GU! I no shit screamed out loud and I needed to call you.”
Lances eyes were open now, but he still couldn’t see anything. His vision was white with panic. There’s no fucking way his TA had found his post.
“Lance? Are you checking it?” Rachel’s voice sounded farther away. He tried to keep his voice steady as he replied “Yeah I’m pulling it up now.” Or, at least, he was trying to. His hands were shaking so bad that he accidentally opened two other apps before finally opening Instagram. He switched to his personal profile and opened the message from Rachel. Sure enough, there was the post from Token Disaster Bi of Keith’s email.
He wasted no time before switching accounts. Back on TDB, he pulled up his post and found that the top two comments had a couple thousand likes each.
Kosmickeef95 : What the fuck?? This is my email!!! Are you one of my students???!!!
Kosmickeef95 : Also, fuck you 🖕🏻
“Lance? Hellooooo, you there?”
Lance was not there. Lance was far, far away, trying desperately to grasp whatever the fuck was going on.
Keith had found his post about him. And commented on it.
“Holy fuck,” Lance whispered, though he couldn’t hear himself over his own pulse pounding in his ears.
“What, is it your TA?!” Rachel shrieked from the other end.
“HOLY FUCK!” He screamed this time.
“LANCE ANSWER ME!”
Fucking Rachel. He did not have the time or the patience for her right now. But he couldn’t overreact like this with her on the line, she’d get suspicious as to why it was such a big deal to him.
So he did what he imagined he would do if this were happening on another meme account that wasn’t his- he laughed. He laughed and laughed and hoped desperately it was enough to cover up the panic in his voice and fool the one person who knew him better than anyone else. And to be fair, it wasn't very hard to fake. Lance was a nervous laugher.
“IT IS!” He screamed with as much false enthusiasm as he could manage. “That’s hilarious oh my god!”
“NO WAY!” Rachel screamed in response. “THAT MEANS TOKEN DISASTER BI IS IN YOUR CLASS HOLY SHIT. LANCE YOU HAVE TO FIND OUT WHO THEY ARE!“
Terror pulsed at top speed through his veins, tingling violently in his lips and finger tips
“Rach I have to go.”
" What? why-"
"Just have shit to do. I'll call you later!"
“Hold up- Lance- you don't know wh-“
Lance hung up.
He couldn’t hear the end. He knew what she was going to say and he- he just couldn’t. He didn’t know if he’d be able to hold it together any longer. He knew that he’d get a whole bunch of texts from her, asking what's your deal? and Why'd you hang up on me like that? And he’d figure out some bullshit response to tell her then. But right now, he needed a moment to sit there by himself and just... well, freak the fuck out because- Holy. Fuck. Keith found his post.
Without thinking or any sense of composure, Lance threw his phone across the room with a small, terrified squeal.
His tingling appendages were borderline painful now; the muscles of his jaw and hands stiffening with panic. He needed to calm down before it became full swing anxiety attack.
Finding his pipe still beside him, he immediately took the biggest hit he could manage. He exhaled, not even bothering with the SmokeBuddy. He had bigger problems at the moment than his room smelling a little like weed.
For a long time, Lance sat there, pounding his chest gently with his fist, willing his racing heartbeat to match the intentionally slower rhythm of his box breathing exercises (courtesy of his childhood therapist). He did so until the pain returned to tingling, and the tingling subsided into the ghost of strained muscle pain. Once the feeling in all his body parts was accounted for, Lance sat up in his bed with a quiet mind and planned his next move.
So. Keith had found his post. And he commented on it. Twice. And the second one was surprisingly aggressive. It almost made Lance chuckle. Thankfully, Lance still had his most valued card in his deck- his anonymity. Granted, to the outside world, the possibility of who he could be was just narrowed from 7 billion to 300- but it wasn’t the outside world he cared about. To Keith, there were just over 300 people that this could be. And he was sure that to Keith, that seemed impossible to narrow down. Plus, it’s not like Lance did or shared anything that was illegal. All it really was was an annoyed student making fun of their astronomy TA.
The longer Lance thought about it, the more he realized, he could still do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Lance felt the desire to be mean again pooling in his gut. A wicked grin spread across his face so slowly that he felt like the god damn grinch. He got up off his bed and retrieved his phone. When he sat back down, he pulled up his instagram and typed his response to Keith’s comment before he lost his nerve.
Kosmickeef95 : What the fuck?? This is my email!!! Are you one of my students???!!!
Kosmickeef95 : Also, fuck you 🖕🏻
Tokendisasterbi : @kosmickeef95 I thought you had salt in your eye??
Lance pressed send on the comment and giggled to himself. God he was funny.
Then, curiosity got the better of him. He went to Keith's profile.
Keith Kogane
Doctoral candidate in Astronomy and Astrophysics at Garrison University
Tattoo addict
I don’t really know what else to put here.
My dogs name is Kosmo
He scrolled through his feed. There were no pictures of his face, but plenty of his shirtless torso, each taken at a seemingly different angle, no doubt meant to show a new tattoo he had gotten at the time (Lance wouldnt know for sure, he avoided those pictures like the plague. He couldn’t afford to find this man even more attractive than he already did, especially now). The rest were of a big-ass (albeit, very cute and fluffy) wolf-dog-thing that Lance assumed must be Kosmo. Overall, not a very interesting profile. Until he reached the last photo.
It was the only photo that had Keith’s face, but he was clearly much younger, around ten or eleven, maybe. He was standing on some large, paved runway in front of a massive rocket or shuttle or something that was clearly about to be launched (is it obvious Lance knows literally nothing about space? Why the fuck did he take Astronomy again?) and next to him was a woman that could only be his mother. She donned an extremely official looking uniform, but the air of propriety ended there. She was crouched in a very unladylike stance (go her), her arms wrapped around the tiny Keith. Her face was nuzzled into Keith’s cheek, sporting the goofiest grin Lance had ever seen. Keith, in the photo, had clearly been trying trying to hold in his giggles, but was failing miserably as the woman did what could only be described as shower him with love. Keith may be a dick, but that didn’t stop Lance from letting out an audible “awwww” at the sight of it of the photo.
That “awww” however, was quickly taken back when a banner appeared at the top of Lances screen, alerting him that Keith had responded to his comment.
Kosmickeef95 : @tokendisasterbi I got it out, asshole. Now take this down.
Lance huffed and began to type his response.
Tokendisasterbi : @kosmickeef95 Now why would I do that? This is a meme page after all, and if anything is meme worthy, it’s this email.
It took a grand total of .03 seconds for Keith to respond.
Kosmickeef95 : @tokendisasterbi You realize I will find out who you are, right?
To which Lance playfully answered
Tokendisasterbi : @kosmickeef95 Is that a threat or a promise? ;)
Lance thought for sure he had shut Keith up with that last comment, so he let out an audible gasp when a few minutes later, Keith responded with
Kosmickeef95 : @tokendisasterbi Guess you’ll find out tomorrow in class.
And find out tomorrow he did.
-
Lance was never early for his 8 AM. Ever. And maybe he was being paranoid (he was definitely being paranoid) but Lance felt that if he were early today, it would draw suspicion. So despite waking up without an alarm at 6:30, showering, making a full breakfast, cleaning his room and making his bed, and still having time to be much too early to class, he stood outside the door of the lecture hall, waiting until the clock hit 8:06 for him to stride in with his usual finesse and take his place in the top most row of the lecture hall like he did every morning Monday through Thursday. But once Lance has settled into his seat, he looked down to the front of the lecture hall and realized that Keith wasn’t there.
Had his Instagram post really wounded the little space nerd's ego that much? So much to the point where he didn’t even show up for his own class? Lance wanted to feel guilty, he really did, (no he didn’t) but he was too busy being proud of himself for sticking it to his TA and basically telling him to get bent.
And then the double doors on the ground floor of the lecture hall slammed open, and in walked Keith, leather jacket and all.
“Morning everyone. Sorry about the less than formal cancellation yesterday. I hope it didn’t mess up any of your schedules too badly.”
Lance scoffed. Like he gave a flying fuck about anyone’s schedule.
Keith immediately set to work, pulling his laptop out of his bag and connecting it to the overhead projector. He tapped away at his keyboard while he spoke, though something about his voice today was different. There was a strange energy about it- about him- and it made Lance uneasy. He sounded almost... excited.
“It’s really was a bummer I had to cancel, I had a pop quiz planned and everything. But it was meant for yesterday so I wasn’t gonna give it today.”
‘Wasn’t ’? Sus.
“Until...”
There it is.
“I saw this.”
Lance stretched his long legs out to rest on the empty seat in front of him and leaned back in his own, smiling to himself. Here we go .
Keith hit his keyboard with one final flourish and a tap so loud Lance could hear it from the back row. The projector came to life, displaying Lances Instagram post for the entire class to see.
First, there was the initial silence while everyone read the caption. Then the quiet snickering and murmurs of low laughter began. It didn’t grow much though, because people were aware that the butt of the joke was standing right in front of them, and that butt decided whether they passed or failed this class.
“No, no, it’s okay, you can laugh at it,” Keith laughed casually, leaning against the table. “God knows I did. Though I gotta say, it’s really disappointing when one of your favorite meme pages turns out have a personal vendetta against you.”
Aw, he had been his favorite? Lance was flattered.
The class laughed a bit at that, apparently convinced by their teachers newfound lax attitude. Lance, however, wasn’t.
“Well, Token Disaster Bi, I’m not sure what I did to provoke such childish hatred from you, but I’ll give you a chance to make up for it.”
Lance shifted in his seat, anxious to hear the proposition.
“Come forward now, and tell me your problem with me, and instead of giving everyone this pop quiz, I’ll give everyone a hundred.”
Lance narrowed his eyes. There’s no way Keith thought Lance would actually out himself just for a good grade on a quiz. Yeah, Lance wanted a good grade, but he still knew his priorities. He wasn’t gonna throw away almost 5 years of work for a gen-ed science credit.
Keith folded his arms smugly against his chest. Lance didn’t need to see the details of his face to know that he was grinning. Lance had been right. Keith knew the promise of one good grade wouldn’t bring him out of the shadows. He was playing a bigger game. Running a longer con.
“No?” Keith said into the silence. “Well in that case...” He said it with mock disappointment as he walked around the table back to his podium, where his laptop was still displaying Lances Instagram page. He minimized that window to reveal a word document with 20 or so questions on it; but it was the words at the top of the document that caught Lances eye first:
Revised Pop Quiz for Token Disaster Bi
That fucker.
The entire lecture hall burst into a chorus of moans and curses, and it only seemed to make Keith happier.
“I may have added a few more questions specifically for my new friend out there, but since they didn’t come forward and reveal themselves, everyone has to do the extra questions, and whatever extra work I assign for them from here on out.”
The chorus of angry mutters from the students grew louder, but Keith pressed forward.
“And that will continue until this person either comes forward or deletes their post about me. And before you all email Professor Shirogane about this, I already have his permission to do so. Now, get to work, you have the class period to finish this quiz. Turn it in up here on your way out. No talking or you will receive a zero.”
He then parked himself happily in the chair next to the table, kicked his feet up on said table, and leaned back and made a show of his enjoyment of his students suffering.
In the heat of his anger, Lance pulled out his phone and opened his camera app. He zoomed in as much as he could could, snapping a blurry, pixelated photo of Keith. Then, he snapped a quick pic of the title of the word doc. He then went to Instagram drafted a quick post. The first slide was a shot of the title of the word doc. The second, the blurry shot of Keith; and the third, a video of Bugs Bunny saying his iconic line “You do realize, this means war. ” Finally, he typed his caption.
Tokendisasterbi : Bring it, space nerd @kosmickeef95
He hit the ‘share’ button and quickly turned his phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode. He already had his notifications turned off, but he couldn’t be too safe right now. He then heaved a heavy sigh, pulled out his notebook and a pen, and started on the quiz.
-
Lance left astronomy that day with his head spinning in more ways than one. That quiz had been stupid hard. It had ended up being more like a short exam, comprised of 25 questions; each of which had been more difficult than the last. And even though Lance had genuinely done the reading this time, he still knew he was gonna be receiving a dangerously low grade on that quiz.
But what really made him dizzy was reading Keith’s comment on his post.
Unless he was the one giving them, Lance hated one word responses. Absolutely despised them. So when Lance read Keith’s comment on his post, something down right murderous was ignited deep within him.
Tokendisasterbi : Bring it, space nerd @kosmickeef95
Kosmickeef95 : @tokendisasterbi Gladly.
So. Keith wanted to play games.
Well, If it was games Keith wanted, then who was Lance to deny him?
Lance wasn’t a mean guy; but for Keith Kogane? He would gladly make an exception.