I RUB LUCIE ?!

[rob]

God it felt good to be on British soil. Los Angeles was an alright place but really, it wasn't home. It was a crazy and fast-paced place, and it was pretty suffocating for someone like Rob. It was good to come home. Although for the first week and a half, Rob had spent his time in England in London. He had to visit a few studios to sit in on talk shows and then he watched the Trooping the Colour parade. Then he made a visit to Selly Oak in Birmingham were wounded soldiers came to, to see two of his friends and also to visit other soldiers and promote two wonderful characters that he supported.

Seeing his friend was heartbreaking but his mate Steve was a strong bloke, all of them were. They were the fucking heroes, the people that young adults should look up to and not celebrities. It was amazing what they did for their country, so people like you and me could sleep safely at night. There was typical banter about "being glad to be home, where it's fucking raining all the time" and being cheeky, telling his friend that once he was out of hospital and able to him and Rob were "going to hit up the local pub and get fucking legless. Oh, bollocks." as his friend had been amputated on both legs below the knees. But it was the kind of humour that kept these guys going!

After that, he went home and he saw his family. And he did all of these things with his pal, Lucie.

As he was going to Glastonbury with a number of his friends, it had interested Lucie and when he bought the tickets, he bought his American friend one too. He explained that he had some shit to do in England beforehand so she could meet him out there before the festival if she wanted, or she could come along with him. She chose the latter. He just hoped she wasn't bored, it wasn't all exciting like LA! Not where his family lived anyway, in a small town called Newton-le-Willows, situated in between Manchester and Liverpool, though he was pretty sure it was closer to Liverpool, and it was within the same county as the city. Amazingly, it was actually nice weather.

This was life to Rob, which was not the typical life of an actor. But Rob was not your average actor. He didn't grow up dreaming of the silver screen, he just sort of fell into it. But this was just a job to Robert, he woke up and went to work to make the boss happy, to tell the story. Not to be famous, to have a nice car and a ridiculously big house...that only he lived in. He didn't want to be on the list for clubs, followed by paparazzi and in all the magazines. He just wanted to work, to be honest. He liked being kept busy, he liked earning his way through life. It was a far cry from the life he used to lead. And I tell you what, he fucking missed it.

If he was a few years younger, he'd re-enlist in a heartbeat. But none of that mattered right now. In a few days he would be back to work, and this time in New York. For his first non-action role! And he was fucking nervous about that! Right now though, it was at the start of the festival. Though it officially started on Thursday, the real entertainment started on Friday and ran through until Sunday. They arrived late on Thursday evening to set up. There were several accommodation options that one could have dished out cash for due to a celebrity status which you knew a number of the A-List attendees would take up. But Rob was a) not that famous and b) not a wimp.

What was the point of coming to a festival if you weren't going to do it right? This was fucking Glastonbury. He hoped that Lucie was alright with it! A lot of girls loved the opportunity to let their hair down and be au natural for a few days. They had two tents and each one held six people, with ten of them all together. There were six lads and four girls, three girls were the girlfriends to three of the lads and then there was Lucie and the three single fellas! Two of which, Rob had jokingly promised to guard her from - as he was the third and he would share a tent compartment with her because she didn't know anyone else.

It was Friday and it was becoming evening time which meant the entertainment on the stage was due to get better: Snoop Dogg, Vampire Weekend, Dizzee Rascal and the Gorillaz would be up on the Pyramid Stage while Phoenix, La Roux and Florence and The Machine would be up on the "Other Stage". On the John Peel stage, there would be Ellie Goulding and The Black Keys. You just didn't know where to go! They had all decided to get something to eat while Rob had nipped to the car that their friend had arrived in today as not all ten came on Thursday.

He was wheeling several box-crates of alcohol that were stacked on top of each other on one of those two-wheeled trolley contraptions that was used by bar staff to transport crates. It looked pretty badass, him dragging this across the bumpy grass to their two tents that faced each other so they could all sit outside together. He had a bit of trouble, and was helped by nearby tent-occupants (he promised them a few bottles of beer as thanks), before he finally made it back to the tent. "Fuck me, that was like a work-out!" he said breathlessly, his mates happy to see the beer had arrived. Now the weekend really started!

He trudged in his battered well-worn boots (his second favourite pair), wearing jean shorts and an All Saints Spitalfields shirt, unable to wear anything else in the heat. He wore aviators to guard his eyes from the sun and you could bet he was wearing sunscreen too. Poor gingery bloke burned easy. Not that you'd be able to tell tanned skin from sunburn from freckles, let's be honest. He climbed into the "lobby" of the tent he shared with Lucie and his two friends Bobby and Mark and placed down the first of several beer boxes! "Here y'are, Luce. I got the nectar." he grinned, immediately opening up the box of Fosters to take out two tall cans and passed one to her.

It was amazing that it was cooler inside the tent then out because it provided shade. British summertime. Enjoy the sun while it lasted, next week it would probably be pissing it down.

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[lucie]

lucie was from new york. she was used to the hustle and bustle of a large city, of a huge metropolis that never slept. moving to los angeles didn't faze her a bit. in fact, it was much more peaceful not to live in a city where it was simple as walking out your front door in the middle of a city to get run over. but going to england with rob had been branching out. she realized that he didn't come from the big city and she was more than willing to take a trip and rough it for a while. sure, she was girly and feminine but it didn't mean she couldn't appreciate a camping trip. and going with rob would make it all that much better. there was something she loved about a guy who didn't care if you were wearing sweatpants and a tank top in a tent for a few days. she loved the prospect of just being with rob, and having to try and impress him all the time. she was comfortable around him, and that was nice. it was foreign to be sure. but it was nice. when rob had suggested this trip, she'd been all about it. she loved the idea of going to england, of going to meet rob's friends and family.

seeing rob's friends, maimed so early in life from the military wrenched her heart in ways she couldn't describe. she didn't live in england and never had and probably never would, therefore those boys hadn't gotten hurt for the sake of lucie's freedom, but she still felt a large amount of gratefulness towards them, protecting citizens they didn't even know so they could be safe. she glowed and felt quite honored as she met them, laughing along with them as rob joked. seeing his family was nice as well, and the small town near liverpool was nice. apparently, the weather in england was usually rainy and she felt lucky that the weather had been temperate thus far. in fact, she joked a couple of times with rob that the sun was shining in england because she'd decided to visit with rob. they'd talked of the festival and all the arrangements and lucie couldn't wait to get going, get ready and get set up in the tent. when he'd told her that they'd be spending their time witha couple of his friends, the idea daunted her a bit at first, as she wasn't used to letting her hair down like this, especially around other people. but as she got settled in there in england, it became easier and she began to love the idea.

she'd been waiting in the tent with rob's friends as he went to get the alcohol. sometimes she still felt like she was in high school, like bringing alcohol to a public event needed to be done in secret, even after six years. she'd gotten so good at hiding it that she still sometimes did this for parties, just to make sure. it was an odd tendency, seeing as she was plenty old enough to drink and so were her lot of friends, but lucie always saw it as a precaution. when rob finally entered the tent and out of breath, she welcomed him with a warm, "hello beautiful!" taking a can that he'd passed to her, lucie popped the top. drinking beer, in a tent, in the british summertime, at a festival, with friends. it didn't get better than this, more laid back. it was a radical change from lucie's normal sets, being with celebrities in high brow stores, designing and picking out fabrics and shapes and sizes with prissy clients. this was so out of her element, and yet it was comforting.

"a toast," she said, raising her can. "to friendship, and spending days on end in a stuffy tent in the summer, and having a blast while doing it." of course, she wasn't bashing the whole thing because she was actually enjoying it.

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[rob]

He loved the festival atmosphere, everyone let go of their inhibitions and just didn't give a fuck for a few days before returning to normal life. There was so much going on here and so much to do, you didn't have time to think about how you looked or smelt! There were showers here, but Rob felt that spoilt the fun unless you were covered in mud or something. Plenty of Glastonbury weekends were accompanied with rain and in the papers you'd see everyone diving about in mud, and it looked great! This year, it was bright sunshine and everyone was trying to find shade and guzzle gallons or water (or beer).

Rob snorted with amusement as he stepped into the tent and was greeted with “Hello beautiful!” and he shook his head, while wearing a smile. See, he wasn't always a Mr Grumpy-Pants. "Still surviving, I see." he said cheekily. Lucie was an adventurous girl, he knew that long before this trip. Which was why he knew she would be comfortable but it didn't stop him and his mates (aka Lucie's new best friends/admirers) from giving her a bit of cheek, joking about how long she would last because if you didn't know her, you'd think slumming it at a festival in a farmer's field was her worst nightmare.

His finger hooked under the can tab and he pulled it open, watching beer spill out on top of the can and collect by the rim because of his sloppy handy work. "Yeahh!" he cheered enthusiastically (as did Bobby from outside the tent where he sat wearing a sombrero, for reasons no one knew) and took a drink of his beer. It was a bit warm, but the other cans were going in the coolers. Beer was beer at the end of the day! "I say we take some cans and get out there in a bit though," he said, meaning the festival.

"Before we're too pissed up to give a shit." and he laughed, though he was being serious! Rob moved from his sitting position to resting up on his big backpack, with one foot firmly on the ground while his leg was stretched out, lounging good and proper. "Any idea on where you wanna go to, or are you not bothered?" he asked, as there were all sorts of different musicians going on at the same time on different stages. Or there were loads of different places you could go to.

Though he would like to avoid any rave dance crap. He didn't like it as a youth and he didn't like it now! He did love the idea they had for a silent disco, where you came and were given headphones and danced away while the room was silent. All he knew was that he wasn't going spend all night sat in a tent. That was what you came back to your tent for, when you were starting to get rather drunk and if you didn't find your tent now, you'd not find it at all!

[lucie]

the beer was a bit warm, but it was still refreshing in the heat. rob cheered and so did his friend from outside the tent--wearing a sombrero. lucie had a couple of guesses as to how or why he was wearing it, but she figured they'd be better left unsaid. nodding before taking another slurp of the lukewarm beer, lucie spoke. "i agree!" she said wholeheartedly, wanting to see some bands play. she'd never been too big on live concerts growing up, since she stuck to small venues around new york city. she's seen a couple of pretty good bands that would later become famous before they were famous--and that was always a fun idea, to know you'd seen or known a band or a celebrity before they hit the big time. lucie wasn't a music snob, and she wasn't the type of person to rub it in another's face that she'd been interested in a band before them (because come on, that was pretentious and stupid) but she was tickled when she saw bands she'd met back in the day on television or on magazines.

pulling out a list of the bands she'd like to have seen and the stages they were playing, lucie's face brightened at the first. "oooh! slash is playing on the pyramid stage today. he's the one i wanna see most," she told him excitedly. "i'd also like to see jack johnson, but i'm not too bothered about him." in lucie's personal preference, she like john mayer more than jack johnson. nothing against the jack johnson fans of the world, but she felt john mayer had more soul and if there was one thing she loved about guitar playing, it was soul. that, or pure rock and roll, of course! thinking a bit and reviewing the list, lucie passed it on to rob. "other than that, i'll see whoever. anyone you'd like to see in particular rob?" she asked. lucie followed rob's example and leaned up against the bag she'd brought--soft and luxurious because it was full of clothes. her assorted toiletries were in a separate little bag, off to the side.

lucie wasn't sure what she was most excited about: seeing a bunch of good bands, being in london with rob, or getting drunk with him and his friends and having a good time. everything seemed to have a positive connotation to it, like nothing could go wrong and everything was gonna go well. lucie liked being in a situation like that, liked knowing that everything was well planned and that everything was gonna be fun. she could hardly wait to see what else there was to do. however, she was enjoying herself, just being in the company of friends in a very laid back atmosphere. it wasn't often that lucie got to let herself go like this, so she was excited to see what else was in store for them. "so," she said, downing a little more of the beer. "when would you like to head out?"

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[rob]

Hearing the name Slash brought back so many memories. He had a friend named Perry who took a tophat with him on every deployment and would entertain the lads with this blow up guitar. So one time on Perry's birthday while they were in Germany on training exercises, all the guys improvised and dressed up in a 80's glam rock style, Rob dressed up like Axl Rose and they had a Guns N' Roses party, blaring music on base all through the night and doing their best high pitched impressions of the singer, all doing that slinky dance Axl was known for. It was a blast! They'd all make mix-tapes to listen to when out in the Snatch Land Rovers when out in Iraq and one of their favourites was Welcome to the Jungle. Sad to think that Perry had died just before the British Troops pulled out of Iraq.

But still, Rob had many, many happy memories of that crazy bastard. He had a smile on his scruffy face just thinking about it and chuckled a little bit at the memories playing in his head. "We gotta see Slash. You can't not if you have the opportunity to!" he said, as he had never seen the man play live before and he wished he had in the GNR days, or even some Velvet Revolver back when Scott Weiland was the front man. "If that's alright with you." said Rob as this was her trip as much as it was his! "There's a few people I want to see tomorrow, wish I could split myself and be them all at once!" he laughed and took a healthy glug of his beer. He was just glad to be here. He'd missed events and festivals like this year after year because he was away doing his job or getting more training.

Now he had the chance to enjoy himself, to be able to make it to weddings, christenings, funerals, birthday parties, wedding anniversaries. He could buy tickets and know that there was a big chance he'd still be alive to attend! He can plan ahead - Rob was finally starting to understand this despite leaving the army years ago! "I don't mind, but I am hungry as fuck." he said bluntly, running his hand down his stomach. "Just do me a favour, and don't get lost!" Rob said and laughed. "Because I will cuff you to Bobby if you wander off." he warned jokingly. Bobby wouldn't mind that at all. You know, if he wasn't incoherently drunk within a few hours. But he was serious! He didn't need to lose her in a country foreign to her. "But seriously, don't get lost." Rob said and smiled. Fuck, Rob hoped he didn't get lost. Or wake up in someone else's tent.

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NOTES: dude, it'd be so awesome if you go to a festival and Sam Worthington wakes up in your tent. XD