Fisher had to laugh at James' pleasure in his potential misery. "You have to catch me on a better day. Y'know, when my guyliner will be streaming down my face so I look like a beat-up drag queen." He laughed again because, sadly? It was true.
"I told you that you were uptight," Fisher teased. "No, in fairness it might not have been a fair question. Some people just obey laws and don't act like nutcases. Not me, though." He wasn't proud of everything he did, but it left some good stories to tell. "I can answer all three parts!" He laid on his back and just floated, the waves slowly carrying him back toward the shore, inch by inch. Weirdest thing I ever did: I French kissed a ghost when I was fifteen. Why? Cuz she'd never been kissed before." He remembered that kiss very well. It had been the last time he'd ever kissed a girl, and it had been very cold. Sicked thing...um..." That one was harder, because people had very different levels of 'sick'. "Oh, okay, I got one. One time when I was nine, my little brother dared me to eat a piece of gum off a parking meter, and I did." Ugh, that memory still made him gag a little. But the flavor had still been on the stick of gum, surprisingly. Wintergreen. "And as for most illegal, there are a ton. But the most interesting if that I stole a badge from a mall cop then tried to bust a drug dealer with it so I could steal his stash." Fisher cracked a guilty smile. "It worked... until the undercover cop acting as a customer next to me recognized it as a rent-a-cop badge and took me out with a billy club." Now he was laughing, because that shit is just funny.