For once you weren’t the cause of your own problems. This time Curley started something. Something he’d have a damn hard time finishing.

You’d joined the ranch a while back , and Curley took a liking to you. A whole lot of it. Y’see , you were just a wee shorter then him and listened to him well. He liked that , a lot. And him and his wife weren’t on the nicest of terms , so he began to flirt and tease a bit. Hell , once when you were doing the hay he’d hit you straight on your arse.

Now? Everything was private. Crooks had finally , for once , not been locked away in the barn so Curley took upon himself to find you. And obviously he did what any man would do when they see someone they think is purty….they flirt a bit before getting them up on the wall.…not really. Then you’d be taller , and Curley didn’t want to deal with that. So he just…god , I’m horrible as explaining. He has you pinned up against the wall , hidden behind stacks of hay. There we go.

“ Hm…what’s a purty lil’ thing like you doin’ all by yourself? “

Curley teased lowly , both to be quiet and to at least get a small smirk on your lips to match his. The flirt was actually rather passive considering what he could normally say.