"Kinda like you did, pretty boy?" James couldn't help himself. William had stepped right into that one. He laughed a little, even harder still as the orderly informed them that this was their last warning. Really, who did he think he was? He was nothing but an overpaid babysitter. And James was not intimidated in the least.
But apparently the orderly had had it, because that last remark, or maybe it was the laugh, got his door pulled open suddenly. James hadn't been expecting it, and he tumbled backward onto the floor before he was being pulled up by his shirt. "You're getting moved, smart ass." And he was being shoved down the hall without further ado.
"See you around, William," he yelled back toward the other man, a satisfied smirk upon his face as they carted him toward another ward for lock up. He loved be an obnoxious little shit. It made life in this place bearable.