“They're all there.” Raz announces, gesturing to the house.

“How many?” Taylor asks.

“Just five. You go ahead. I'll stay here with Jesse.” He says with a smile, hoping Taylor would take the hint.

Jesse shrugs when Taylor looks, intending to follow the flow.

“Ugh. Fine. But don't wander too far; you're my ride home.” He says before walking to the house.

“No promises!” Raz calls out with a laugh.

Jesse smirks. Boys. They're all the some. She thinks, unimpressed.

…

…

Taylor kicks the door in and walks into the living room. Two dudes look up from the couch. “Who the fuck are you?” The dude closer to Taylor asks.

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“You guys are cultivating in restricted territory. I’m here to clear out the vagrants, or the bums; whatever.” He says without a care.

The other dude smirks. “Says who? You better fuck off, my friend. My master is upstairs and he’s on the fifth stage. You better scram before it’s too late.” He says with confidence.

Taylor smirks. “Call him down. I guess we can talk it out.” Taylor says with a smile.

The dude sighs. “You asked for it. Master! Some random dude wants to kick us out!” He calls out.

Steps were heard and a voice calls out, “Stop yelling. I’m not deaf.” A voice says casually.

A man appears at the top of the stairs; walking down, in no hurry.

“Who’s this?” He asks as he approaches the ground floor.

“Taylor. I’m reclaiming the territory assigned by the cultivation association.” He says, also unhurried.

“Damn. So you guys finally came. How many are you moving in? I’m sure we can share.” He says, hoping to talk it out. If the association was behind it, there wasn’t really much they could do, but he wasn’t one to back down from a fight. I’d rather not have to look for a new place to stay… He thinks, determined to make a stand.

“Unfortunately there’s a shit ton of them. I’d avoid it if I could but unfortunately I’m a little responsible for them.” He says with a shrug.

The other man also shrugs. “Sorry friend. You’re going to have to fight me for it.” He says, preparing to scrap.

Taylor sighs. “Alright, man. Whatever you say.” He says as he relaxes his shoulders. “Let’s dance, bitch.” He says before lunging forward.

Suddenly Taylor’s legs lock and he collapses onto the ground on his face. “Fuck.” He exclaims. What happened? He wonders as he gets up. The other man gives him a weird look and Taylor ignores it before lunging again and throwing a fist. But his arm and body once again locked into place, hovering before the other man’s face. “What the fuck?” He exclaims again, wondering why his body was messing with him before looking to the man and a thought crosses his mind. “Fuck.” He exclaims, getting the gist. “Don’t tell me you guys are good people.” He says with a deadpan expression.