Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

New Girl

Rory sat with his lines and a slightly amused look across his face as Tori continued to fumble around him. Breathe, just breathe, she kept repeating in her mind as she picked up the picture of his finished look.

"Need to shave part of my bread - to get the scars on" he informed her.

"Ah, yeah, of course" she laughed back awkwardly.

He continued to watch her as frantically moved around the cabin, getting a small bowl of warm water, shaving cream, and a razor. When she finally came back to him, she placed everything down and bit her bottom lip as she stared at the side of his face.

"Just this much. You want me to do it?" He asked her and pointed out how much to shave on his cheek.

"No, it's fine. I can so do this".

Rory tilted his head to the side as she began to rub the shaving cream in his face, her small and soft fingers gently moving across his upper cheek. He had noticed how pretty she was from the moment he walked inside, with her curvy figure and huge eyes and lips. Now as she stood so close to him though, her breasts occasionally touching his shoulder as she leaned in to carefully shave his cheek, he had to remind himself to stay professional. This part of the job, the 4am morning call and 3 hours make up job usually put him in the worst mood and he was somewhat famous for his not so happy morning personality, but with Tori he didn't feel so grumpy, more amused and intrigued.

"Now for the fun bit" she whispered as she wiped his shaven cheek clean, bringing him back to reality as she began to move around the equipment on the table.

"So where are you from?" He asked as she began gluing the scars to his cheek.

"Surrey, but I spent the last 10 years in France".

She was still biting her bottom lip as she pressed the scars to his cheek and then took a step back to examine it.

"France? What were you doing out there?"

"Working, I was a pâtissière but then that all went a little south. I was on my way back to London when I met Toby and we got chatting. And before you ask, no I've never done this before and I got the job because I do some prosthetics work on my own cheek to cover a bad scar I got when I was a kid".

Rory could tell it was obviously a sore topic by the sharp tone her voice had taken and quickly decided to drop the small talk. Instead, she continued on the work with nervously shakey hands and in silence from then on out, only stopping to mutter to herself as she stepped back then leaned back to carry on. As the clock ticked on he soon had his wig on and dirt applied to his face, neck, and arms. When she was finally finished, she stepped back from the chair and looked at him through the mirror.

"I'll be heading to wardrobe then" he muttered under the examining stare.

Finally, a real smile seemed to spread across her lips as her eyes lite up with relief. "It looks alright then? Like just how it is supposed to be?" 

Rory smiled as stood in the doorway of the cabin, half his face now covered in scarring and his dirt and grease covered wig in his eyes. "Aye, it's good - I'll see you later".

Tori just nodded and when he left, let out the longest sigh ever. The rest of her morning was seeing to some extras who would be required on set today. By 11am she had been up for seven hours, seen 9 different people and not had one bite to eat. 

"There you are? I'm sorry I couldn't get you settled in this morning, first day on set and all. Was Clarissa alright, show you everything? Rory looked on point by the way" Toby announced just as she was about to sit down for the first time that morning.