Anytime...

You think Keller is lying, drink.

Keller tells the truth, drive to the bar and buy everyone there a round of drinks.

Keller's nipples show through his shirt, take a drink.

Keller takes off his shirt for no apparent reason, make a cat-call. Then drink.

Keller looks at Beecher in love/hate/hurt/desire/take your pick, drink.

We get a nice butt-shot of Keller (clothed or unclothed,) smirk and chug till you're unconscious.