Oh, what a naysayer! James was being so lame right now. Fisher made a face at him, scowling comically. Despite how right James was, that didn't mean Fisher wanted to hear it. They were in a crazy house, with staff all over the place to assure that some high, horny guy didn't sneak up to the women's ward and fuck somebody.
"Outside?" He looked out the window, dubiously. "What are we gonna do out there, go swimming in the crappy, rocky, choppy ocean? In my fucking underwear?" Actually, that sounded kind of fun. Stupid, but fun. "Sure, what the fuck. Let's get outta here. If we get caught, it'll only be a month in solitary." So probably not that long, but defintiely for awhile.