It was past midnight when you heard the door to the bunkhouse open. The softest curse filling the air with such a heavy accent to it you knew it had to of been Slim.

Slim always had a problem with overworking himself. Whether he stayed up til midnight in the barn or he’d collapse on the nearest bed after just a few hours of working it was easy to realize one thing — he was a workaholic. It was becoming an issue , considering he had to mend whatever situationship you two had going on while simultaneously working and maintaining his reputation as the sweet old prince of the ranch.

Slim walked over to your bunk - considering it was closest to the door he entered - and just flopped down. His hat tilted off his head and he just let out a soft exhale. It was a habit he picked up on - considering everyone was all close to one another..and he was absolutely tired enough to be excused for the sudden rude awakening.

“ …sorry if I jus’ woke ya.. “

Slim murmured quietly , the apology half assed considering he was already half asleep. You could smell a mix of hay and booze on him - it actually wasn’t that bad considering how he usually smelt after working in the barn. He still had his dirty boots on. ON YOUR BED , may I add.