rule number three

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dazed and confused - les zeppelin

'Cherry, Cherry, Cherry,' Robbie began, a smug smirk sprawling across her flushed face as she paced the small room. 'Honestly I thought you were better than this, this is the sort of behaviour I expect from Nikki or Tommy or even Dave, but you...' she shook her head slowly, 'I thought you were better than this.'
Cherry merely rolled her eyes at the girl, not at all concerned that she was half naked and cornered by Robbie and her new found friends. Axl stood proudly with a wide grin across his face, flexing his chest and stealing not-so-subtle glances at Cherry's exposed body. The boys on the other hand, attempted to look anywhere but the scene displayed infront of them, not wanting to provoke Axls notorious temper or further Cherry's embarrassment.

But as Robbie continued to scold her friend, taking undeniable pleasure in the situation despite Nikki's attempts to silence her, Jason stood solemnly in the corner, faltering everytime his eyes met Cherry's gaze. His face displayed clear detest for Axl Rose and an undeniable hint of jealousy, as his mind raced to all the ways in which Axl got to be close to the woman. He wanted to wipe that god damn smug smile right of his stupid face. But regardless of his radiating anger, no one was paying him any mind as Cherry had begun to re-dress whilst Robbie moved her line of interrogation to Axl.
'So,' Robbie embraced the singer as she spoke, 'what are you doing hear asshole?'
Axl smiled with brotherly affection, 'Oh you didn't hear, they don't want to see your shit singing, they want a real band, so we're here to cover for you.'
'We?' Robbie screeched unnecessarily loudly, startling the group that had returned to their own conversations.
'Well yeah hun, people like to hear some music along with all the shouting and screaming.' Shaking his head at her sudden mood change.
'Where is everyone dude, I wanna go out!', Robbie began walking back and forth again, her mind no doubt racing to all the trouble she could cause with her friends present, friends who had even more trouble saying no to her than her own bandmates.

'You, Robbie Monrone, are going no where.' Cherry began sternly, before she was cut off by Robbie's hoarse scream.
'Oh you have got to be kidding me! There's no way you're trying to tell me what to do right now. I've broken no rules since we've been on tour, and if I recall correctly you've broken all three!' Robbie stated defiantly, proud of her justified words. 'So,' she continued, 'I think you'll find I will be going out, i'm going to change, find Steven and Slash and get a fucking drink.' 'And so will you by the looks of it, you need to de-stress.' Cherry only narrowed her eyes at her friend, a drink did sound good right about now. With that the group filtered out of the crowded room, Axl slipped a cool arm around Cherry, whispering softly into her ear. Nikki and Tommy headed straight for a collection of awaiting groupies, whilst Dave and Robbie hung back with the Metallica members.

Kirk, James and Lars still remained somewhat dazed by the notion of Cherry and Axl Rose, forcing Jason to speak up, 'Hey Robbie,' she swung her head back, glazed eyes staring at him. 'What's rule number three?'
'Nah man fuck that,' interrupted Lars, 'What are all the fucking rules?'
Robbie skipped graciously down the corridor to the hotel rooms whilst rambling on to the men, allowing James to get a good long look at her ass in the skin tight shorts. 'Well basically they're the rules Cherry makes us follow on the road, they mostly apply to me, but she promised she'd follow them too.'
'Rule number one, is clothes on at all times'
'A task that often proves difficult for our girl.' Dave murmured, provoking Robbie to stick out her tongue whilst Lars and Kirk smirked coyly between themselves.
'Rule number two,' she continued, 'is no starting fights or saying mean things and all that crap.' a rule which she had arguably broken many times.
'And rule number three, no dating anyone in a band, that one Cherry clearly struggled to adhere to', Robbie mused with a roll of the eyes, whilst both James and Jason shared a simultaneous look of horror, as Lars and Kirk were nearly bent double at their bandmates faces. Robbie remained oblivious, or simply unbothered as she began shouting for her friends, 'SLASHHHH, STEVENNNN, DUFFF, IZZY, WHERE YOU FUCKERS AT?'
Flashes of blonde and brown hair poked out of a hotel door, smoke seeped into the hallway before Robbie launched herself at the boys, limbs flying everywhere as they all got reacquainted.