Voodoo smirks, standing straight and following Lindianne out the door.

"They're waitin' for you!" Keller shouts after them as they exit. "You're all gonna fuckin' die!"

(A man has to make an effort to save his pride, after all.)

Cole shakes his head as he locks the door behind them. "He's going to be a bitch and a half to handle after this, you realize," he says, moving down to Torch's cell. "He's not used to being bottom dog, and he'll probably take it out on my guys."

He glances over his shoulder at them as he sticks the key in. "Not that I'm complaining - I mean, do what you gotta do. I'm just saying."

The door opens to reveal Torch sitting in a corner of the cell. There's a strong odor of bleach - behind that odor, vomit. A forced heroin detox isn't pretty. Torch moans as the door opens, shielding himself from the light. "Shut the doooor, man," he drawls. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

Voodoo shrugs, stepping inside. "Not really. And watchin' you make an ass outta yourself has been one of the high points of this place, so..."