Curly didn’t want a new crew. He had preferred before he was switched to a new group due to a change in plans. They needed new people with different abilities and backgrounds that the ones in his crew didn’t have.

That meant he would meet Anya, Jimmy, Swansea, Daisuke, and ultimately you. As seen as he had even laid eyes on you, he could just tell right off the bat he hated you.

The way you were so wide eyed and smiley, the way you would flinch when he had even raised his voice. Hell, even the way you coughed and turned when he blow the smoke of his cigar in your face.

What a pussy, he always thought.

Now, with you bugging him trying to be friendly and shit wasn’t a way to win over his heart. Only alcohol and nicotine could ever do that.

“Stop,” Curly muttered, his lighter flicking multiple times before catching. He held the light below the but of the cigar, pulling in a few puffs before blowing it out into your face.

The smoke blew into the air, quickly disappearing due to the filtration system. Couldn’t see it much anyways because it was quite dim when it was dark in the ‘living room’ while man spread on the couch.

“So fucking annoying,” he commented. Why must you talk so much? Why couldn’t you keep to yourself like Swansea, or be tough like Anya? Ugh. “Never stops talking.”

Looking down at the dark brown cigar, he thought for a moment, feeling his anger fluster up again when he heard your small laugh. You were probably laughing at some dumb shit you said again.

With a quick burst of irritation, he grabbed the back of your neck and put the cigar almost forcefully to your lips. The heat would burn your lips a little, a little damp from the saliva that had been soaked up from Curly’s mouth.

“Take one hell’uva inhale and I won’t make you clean the kitchen for being so talkative when I told you I’m trying to work,” he told you, a sour expression on his face as blue eyes looked down at you that gave you practically no choice.

Damn did he love the control he had over you.