"What? I don't gotta get rid of shit!" Weasel raised his voice at Noah, throwing his arms in the air. "How do you think I pay rent? You try getting a real job lookin' like me. You'll get a thousand crazies like Gloria callin' you a demon 'cause you got horns."
Noah took a step closer, getting in his face. "So when they send another Lawman to come search our place, what're you gonna do? You gon' send 'em away again like they won't just send another looking for it?"
"I'm not getting rid of it." Weasel crossed his arms and turned away. "That's fi—"
Noah grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up to his height. "You're getting rid of it." He threw him to the ground, then grabbed his bag and tossed it at him. "I don't care what you do with it—sell it or take it—but I want it out of my house."
Weasel grabbed the bag and moved to his stash, stuffing it all inside. "Whatever… don't expect me to pay rent anytime soon." He got up and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Noah collapsed onto the couch, closing his eyes to rest. There were dark bags under his eyes from going a day without rest.
There was a knock on the door. Noah groaned, pushing up off the couch and opening it. Behind it were two Lawmen, one older-looking man and another much younger-looking one. Both were humans.
"'Ey." The older one spoke, reaching out for a handshake. "I'm Lowell, a Lawman of the investigative branch. Behind me is my partner Vivian. We recently had a Lawman go missing—his last assignment was searching this place. Mind if we search it a little, just to make sure he ain't been here?"
Noah shook his hand tiredly, having no force in his grip. "Sure." He let go, wiping his hand on his pants leg. He stepped to the side and let them in.
Noah collapsed back onto the couch, closing his eyes again. Lowell and Vivian moved into the room, rummaging through things and making noise. Noah couldn't fall asleep with all the noise, but he kept his eyes shut.
"Kid, bring me that knife," Lowell spoke. Vivian moved to grab it, placing the hilt in Lowell's hand. Noah opened an eye, looking over at the pair. Lowell was just holding the knife with his eyes closed, his head angled down toward the floor.
Vivian pulled a chair from the dining room table, placing it directly in front of the couch Noah lay asleep on, its back facing the couch. Vivian sat down, facing Noah. "So, buddy," he spoke, leaning the chair forward a bit, its front two legs lifting off the floor. "We've got a warrant to search your place. You don't mind us checking that off now, do ya?"
Noah shrugged.
"Good, good…" Vivian responded, getting up slowly and letting the chair's front legs touch the floor first before rising fully.
"These slum houses are so tiny," Vivian said as he gazed around the room, noting the kitchen being right next to the bedding area, separated by two large dressers serving as makeshift dividers. "You got a roommate?"
Noah nodded lazily, trying to shut his eyes once more. "Yeah. Can you finish your little search and leave me be? I'm trying to nap." Noah's tail lashed angrily, and Vivian smirked.
"Oh, real scary." He chuckled as he continued to rifle through his things.
"Welp," Lowell said, putting down the knife he had been staring at. "We're done here, kid." He walked to the door, holding it open while waiting for Vivian to catch up.
After they left, Noah stayed on the couch in silence, lying back with his eyes closed. Eventually, boredom consumed him and he got up, leaving the house. He turned to see Weasel at the neighbor's door.
"C'mon, Gloria! Just take it!" Weasel shoved the bag at her chest, which Gloria refused.
"Get the hell away, devil! I don't want your fucking—"
Gloria was cut off as Weasel lunged forward to cover her mouth. "I get it, I get it! You don't want it." He ran a hand through his hair as he turned to Noah. "There's no way I'm getting rid of this stuff… not even Gloria's crazy ass wants it."
Noah gave him a disapproving glare, shaking his head. "We can just go to River and ask him what you should do with it." He turned to leave. "Come on."
They walked through the main city area, arriving at River's Hold. Noah went through the familiar motions of paying off the guard, walking up the stairs, and dragging along Weasel, who was taking far too much time admiring the prison.
When they arrived at the top, there were people already there. A voice familiar to Noah was speaking.
"Come on, Riv. Just tell us what happened to Ethel." Lowell's voice carried clearly.
Noah quickly turned around to shush Weasel as they listened.
"For the last time, old man, I ain't telling you shit. Now leave—I've got a much more important guest waiting."
Lowell and Vivian exited the room, both giving Noah mildly amused looks as they passed.
Noah and Weasel entered River's cell. River already had a bright smile on his face.
"Drugs," River said, already knowing the reason for their visit. "I suggest you bury them in the forest behind the slums. Now have a nice day, you two."
Noah and Weasel waved goodbye and headed back home, with Weasel stopping first to bury the drugs in the suggested place.