Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

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"You the new girl?"

Nervously, Tori nodded as she felt the familiar burning of acid in her stomach. Today was her first day on set in Belfast for the beginning of season 3 for the TV show Game of Thrones. She has been hired to help out the makeup department in a junior role but had never actually worked in TV before. Being on an actual set was in insane and nothing could have prepared her for how the day would role out.

Her direct boss was the senior makeup artist for the cast, his name was Toby and it had been he who had originally offered her this amazing opportunity in the first place. Sadly, he was not around when Tori first came on set and was instead showed around by another Senior makeup artist by the name of Clarissa, who was nowhere near as friendly as Toby.

"What show were you working on before then? Clarissa asked her as she leads her through the set and towards the portable cabins.

"I was umm... I was working as a pâtissière in Toulouse... France".

Clarissa quickly stopped her long-legged strut to turn around and questionably glare at her. "A Baker... I was told you were a great prosthetics artist".

"Yeah. Aha, I met Toby in Paris waiting for the Eurostar back to London, we got chatting on the train and he was impressed by the work I do on my cheek. I have a pretty gnarly scar over my right cheekbone, but I cover it up with my own prosthetics and makeup work".

Clarissa's glare intensified as she examined her face and Tori could feel the acid reflux in her stomach grow more furious until finally she turned away and continued her fast pace walk.

"This our cabin" she pointed before the two girls walked inside to the warmer room and she picked up a tablet.

Tori looked around in silence, taking in all the wigs, face pieces, makeup brushes and air spray guns as a wicked smile grew over Clarissa's face. "Looks like Toby wants to see what you can do. Rory will be in here soon, a picture of what we need is on the mirror. Do me a favor, if it doesn't look perfect by the time you're done, just go back home".

When Clarissa had finally left the room, Tori let out a long deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding in. From the small heater at the end of the cabin, she could feel herself begin to sweat as she looked at the image attached to the mirror. Not knowing what the guy looked like normally she couldn't say how much work was needed, but she was sure there was a lot of prosthetics on side of the face and panic quickly set in. 

As Tori continued to have a mini-meltdown over her skill and ability to even do the simplest of jobs, the door to the cabin opened behind her. Trying to open the lid of the brush kit, the piece of plastic slipped in her sweaty hands and went flying across the cabin as she turned around and hit the other person in the chest.

"Shit" she hissed under her breath as she realized the man in front of her was the Rory she was supposed to be preparing for the day. 

"Who are you?" he asked in a thick Scottish accent as he walked further inside and placed the plastic lid down on the side.

"Tori... I'm new... I mean I'm the new make-up artist" she stuttered as she wiped her sweaty hand on her jeans and then held it out for him.

"Rory" he half smiled as he sat down into the chair and looked back up to her through the mirror.