Hunger continued

Right now I like what I've come up with in terms of character setting and proposed scene but I'm just trying to flesh out a story arc that can carry it all. The best I've come up with so far is to have the two main characters steal or stumble upon money, and then in their decisions regarding what to do with it, I can explore some of the themes I'm interested in. What I'm looking for mostly is to stay consistent in the way the characters sound and my descriptions so anytime I stray from that, please let me know, and any ideas for where the story can go from here would be much appreciated.

Muck looked up at the room. Lizard tongues darted over cracked lips and yellow teeth. One man clutched at his knees and rocked back and forth, back and forth with unfocused eyes. Others supped water from Styrofoam cups and ran their hands, hands like carved wood through knotted hair. From this mass of crooked spines and elbows and teeth Muck could hear the collective prayers of the room sent upward:

“Jackson! What you doing with those beans over there? Pushing ‘em around isn’t going to put them in your belly any faster. Why don’t you slide them over here?” one said, going unanswered.
“What kind o’ meat you think this is? Turkey? Don’t taste like any turkey I ever had,” said another to the man across from him.
“Not turkey. Look at that skin. Too dark. Not chicken either though,” the man answered.
“Shit, I’m not worried. Salt’ll fix it.”
“I’ll put my beans up against your fruit you sum’bitch.” wagered another.
“Deal. I didn’t get any peaches anyway. Just those crusty old pears we always have.”
“Cheapo behind the counter didn’t give me any food. You see that? Bullshit!” cried a large man. “That’s right cheapo, you hear that? I’m a big man. The fuck kind of joke you think this is?”
“Look at J.R. right there. Old boy looks ridiculous. Hey J.R.! You sure are wearing the fuck out of that hat. Where’d you get that?” shouted one man across the room.
“Man,” he said drawling slow and pulling at the hair growing over his neck. “You know I look real nice in this here mother fucker.”
“Right there man, see? That big piece of meat floating right there?” A hunched figure jabbed a wooden finger at the glass separating him from the serving pot of meat and beans. “Yea that’s it, go right along the top. Give me those big pieces of meat, just like that. God bless.”

“…In God’s name we pray. Amen.” Muck and Tony stalked around the outside of the room to where the line started behind a stack of trays. A few other late arrivals stood with eyes cast to the floor waiting to be served. When it was their turn to approach the counter with their trays Tony stepped in front of Muck and craned his neck over the glass to look at the food.
“Give me a big scoop. Right off the bottom,” he said to the man behind the counter. “Been awhile since I had a good meal. I’m a growing boy, right?” The man smiled and drew a thick ladle of beans from the vat like mud from a river bottom. “That’s right, just like that. Thank you sir.”
Muck followed suit and the two boys picked a way to an empty table among the stooped men grown silent in a post-meal stupor. Ill-fated all in ill-fitting clothes.
“Did you see what I saw, Muck. That man behind the counter? I know you saw it,” Tony said leaning over his steaming bowl of beans.
“Tony, I fucking told you last time. I’m not taking anything from the people who work here.”
“I knew you saw it! Come on, it wouldn’t be like he’d miss it. He’s wearing sweatpants, doesn’t he know we can’t be trusted?”
“How do you know he’s even got his wallet on him. He probably left it in his car before he came in. Just let it be.”
“Well I’m checking. You know you’ll want me to share the money with you when I get it.” Tony’s eyes glassed over, the way all men’s do contemplating unknown riches. “Hurry up and eat, we’ll follow him out onto the street.”