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Oona Chaplin attends ’The Ark’ Photocall In Cannes.

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Hm. Wine, music. Vodka gummies. 

[She moved closer.] I think that can be done. As for the kiss, well.

[Then Susana was close enough to press her lips to his, her hand cupping his cheek.] I might just give you more than one. 

[He grinned, and briefly considered moving away. But he felt far too comfortable watching her that he ended up staying still.] 

A lot. 

We should go to the holosuite once all this shit’s over. I wanna play some guitar, if my hand fucking works. We could drink some wine. 

But if that’s too much to ask, I could use a kiss for luck. 

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[As careful as ever, she reached out, and managed to hold his tongue between her nails.] It is both. But it can be changed, if you try hard enough.

I promise. Anything else you want to add to that list?

I’m kidding. I’m kidding. [Donnie grinned at her regardless, savoring the candy and then laying his head back.] Is that a rule or just a given? 

[Then he nudged her, sticking his tongue out.] Susi, you gotta promise to make vodka gummies once I’m fully functioning. To celebrate. 

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You are kidding. You are kidding, [she laughed, shaking her head and carefully placing the candy between his lips.] One, I am not allowed to give my patients alcohol.

Two, trust me, [she chewed on her own,] I know how to do that. But I am not doing it anytime soon. 

Well, not exactly, but nothing’s stopping you. [He was tempted to reach out, but it all felt a little silly, so he just tipped his head and smiled at her.] Or you could just soak ‘em in booze. I knew a guy that did that. 

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[Susana smiles, but the more and more Darren talks, a pensive look takes over, concerned, but he is right. She breathes in, before she shoves a gummy in her mouth and chews to hold back tears.]

Thank you.

Eh --are you sure you are not the bartender? You would do a pretty great job as one. I --yeah. Again, thank you, Darren.

I know my way around when it comes to the important things in life..

He paused to chuckle a bit.

Like gummies. 

His smile faded a bit but not entirely. 

Sounds like one heck of a list to worry about and many people to give gummies to. 

Running his hand through his hair a bit he continued:

I’m not sure who or what a -Midonnie- is but I’m sure he wouldn’t want you worrying to the point of stressing over his broken hand. Our med bay is fully capable of helping him recover, if anything I’d say he’s more than happy to have a wonderfully strong woman like yourself by his side in such a time. 

As for your best friend. Again I’m sure everything will be ok. He or she was sent on the mission because they were thought to be capable of it. Put your trust and prayers in them. 

Just take everything one step at a time. You are more than capable of handling it and the fact that you worry so much shows how much you care. I’m not the best at advice, at least not as good as I am a bartender, but I’ll always be here for you if you need to keep talking. 

He popped a gummy into his mouth and chewed, watching her consider his advice.

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They had some at the bar. I may have emtpied their supply so I could, as you say, bring to share with the class. [She smiles, waving it around before she holds it in front of his face, her other hand rummaging for another.]

I couldn't exactly bring a bottle, could I. 

For real? [He glances at the candy with a threat of a smile at his lips—he’s not really sure if it’s “all good” as she says, but he’ll believe it if she insists.] 

Man. [He looks back to her, then squints at the gummy.] Didn’t know they had these on board. [Or any fun things. But—it was lucky, really. He’d do anything to find something remotely lucky, to help either of them.] Well. Did you bring enough to share with the class?

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Yeah. [Susi looks up at him briefly, then quickly averts his gaze. Instead, she takes out a small bulge in a napkin from her pocket, and begins unwrapping it.]

Espléndido. Sickbay's calmed down, so it's good.

[There's no need to mention the worry and exhaustion eating away at her. She holds up a gummie, shaking her head.] It's all good.

[He runs his tongue over his lips and sighs, knowing that kind of attitude wouldn’t help in the long run—but then and there, the bitterness just seemed to come naturally.]

Until then. [Donnie scratches at his jaw with his other hand, and leans back a little, really just to look at her.] How’s everything? 

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'Sorta' is better than nothing, [she frowns, reaching for her tricorder.] 

No. [She doesn't know. She needs to ask a doctor --because if it is, then she won't be able to feel free of guilt.] I've told you, [the tiny machine beeps, and she runs a hand through her hair as she takes a deep breath,] time will tell. It is too soon. 

I said sorta. [He winces, struggling to curl and uncurl them, until he’s stricken by the pain in his wrist and has to stop.] 

It’s fucked for good, isn’t it? 

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Oona Chaplin attends the ‘Purgatorio’ photocall @ the 17th Malaga Film Festival (28.03.14)

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That's [no, she can't say it's good] better. 

[She looks around, before she sits by his side, leaning close enough to keep her voice down and carefully observe as he moves his hand again. If she feels like it, close enough to lean down and kiss him, too.] 

Can you do that again? 

Can sorta move my fingers. 

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That was fast. [She took out her comm from her pocket so she could fill it with what looked like gummies. Then she placed some on the table, for later, she could take those in her hands.

Right. 'Tell away'.] 

My best friend and others are in a ship full of Borgs. Mi Donnie is sleeping, but he broke his hand when the asteroids happened. And our CMO is hurt too, and things are complicating, and-- [she wrinkles her nose before she drinks again.]

It is...worrying.

He nodded glad she seemed at least a bit more relaxed around him. 

Go ahead, tell away. 

Darren poured himself another scotch on the rocks and took a sip. It burned. A burn that would burn the fire inside him. How poetic. 

At her request he reached under the counter and took out two bowls filled with different types of candies. Hoping she wouldn’t really wonder about how he knew where everything was so fast… he smiled and asked:

Are any of these to your liking? 

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Thank you, [she grabbed the wine, throwing him a softer smile; she was still tired, concerned beyond relief, but...the wine was good. It made her tongue feel funny, it tasted of fruits and wood. Yes, pretty damn good.]

Uhm. [She smiled ruefully down to her glass, her fingers tapping at it with her nails.] You said bartenders are who people usually tell their problems to, so.

But aren't you going to get something to drink too? I hear they've also got candy around here. For the drinks, of course. [It wouldn't hurt to eat a few, would it. And maybe she could sneak some to sickbay.]

Darren smiled as he turned to grab a bottle of Merlot from the shelf behind him. Not wanting to take his eyes a way for long he turned swiftly back to her and poured her a drink. Her laugh filled him with joy, a genuine unable to hold back laugh was the best kind. 

I’m Darren. Cryptanalyst and now your personal bartender.

He held out the drink for her.

For you miss. 

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[Oh God, he actually did it. Susana's eyes darted around, someone could catch them or see them. But --this time, there was genuine laughter threatening to bubble up her throat. She snorted; rubbing her face with the back of her hand before she crossed her arms and rested them on the bar.

Well. Maybe she could have just one small sip. Then she could go back to sickbay. And --she couldn't say no to those big boyish eyes. It would be like saying no to a kid, as redundant as it sounded.]

Okay. You are right. You are right... you know, you did not tell me your name! But no matter. Uh, I think just wine is fine.

Darren shook her hand firmly as if he wished his strength to be transferred to her. She looked tired, the dark circles forming under her eyes were evidence enough. 

"Well. I’ll do more than just consider it. "

He got up and walked calmly behind the counter,swinging the partition between the counter and the chairs open as if it had no lock, which for him who set up the lock codes for this whole place, it really didn’t.

Turning to her and smiling he said:

"What’ll it be Susana? You look like you could use something on the house. Don’t be shy, it comes free with an added time for you to talk-your-heart out. You seem like you have a lot on your mind and next to doctors bartenders are who people usually tell their problems to. "

There he was, making a fool out of himself for no reason. Well except one. She looked like a good person, good people don’t need to be so sad. So whatever it took he’d make her smile. 

Waiting for a reply he stood there with a goofy smile on his face and those reassuring eyes. 

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[Susi blinked --oh. He was talking to her.] I'm --I was just-- [who was she kidding. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she sat down, facing the bar before she turned to him. She may have forced the smile. Dammit, she was trying.]

Thank you. Yeah. Makes you consider maybe it would not be too bad to jump over and serve yourself, no? [The nurse faltered, before she held her hand out. That she was beyond worried didn't mean she'd start being rude.] 

Name's Susana. Again --thanks for the seat. 

Darren sat at the bar holding a small glass of scotch on the rocks. He wasn’t one for drinks but lately it seemed like the whole crew just needed a big one to calm themselves down. But of course… that bartender wasn’t around to be of much help. He was probably off flirting with someone. Darren hadn’t met him but you could tell simply from observation… Well whatever he could go a couple minutes before getting a refill. 

He looked over to his side where a woman stood lost in thought, maybe mulling over which drink to have, maybe waiting for the bartender. Either way she looked like she needed to come back down to … no that saying didn’t work here in space…. Whatever, maybe she needed to talk to someone. Here goes.

Taking a sip of his drink he motioned to the seat next to him.

"Care for a seat? You may as well since the bartender isn’t around. "

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[God, how she needed the drink. Everything just kept happening and all she could do was --not much. Her best, her job, but it didn't seem enough. Now this away mission...it gave her a bad feeling.

She just couldn't catch a break, but she wouldn't complain at all.

That didn't mean she had stopped considering the drinks. Susana looked around, and opened her mouth to ask if anyone needed anything else. Then shut it with a snap.

She couldn't just leave. What was wrong with her?]

Carajo.

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