A Rey of Sunshine

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Author's Note: Okay, so this story references events in Episode 7. If you haven't seen it yet, please don't read this story as I don't want to be the guy who spoils it. Go ahead I'll wait.

Watched it again? Wasn't that fantastic!? Now, on with the story!

Celebrity: Daisy Ridley

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral

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Nothing ever happens in my slice of the world.

Well, except for the day Hollywood rolled into town. Having lived on the coastline of Ireland for nearly all of my life, save for the occasional couple of years I spent in Belfast for University, I was used to picturesque settings, late nights and a community with a very, very lax drinking age. However, that had very quickly become the norm and I had grown into my Irish blood rather well. As I lived in the countryside, I was used to the outdoors and could very rarely not be found without some sort of hiking equipment or a very large backpack attached to me. Now though, I was sat on one of the aforementioned picturesque hills, overlooking one of the smaller parts of Ireland.

I couldn't make out all of the sets but there was definitely something large, grey and constructed near to the end with a lighting rig. After seeing The Force Awakens several times in the cinema, I could make an educated guess that it was the Millennium Falcon dropping Rey off to find Luke Skywalker. Knowing that Skellig Michael Island was a very restricted area, it made sense that Star Wars and Disney would come to my part of the world. The greenery and the older parts of the the castle's were from a similar period of in time as to when Skellig Michael Island would have been heavily populated and would definitely look like it could be the same place in the galaxy far, far away and a long time ago.

Pulling myself to my feet, I grabbed my phone and snapped a couple of photos, curious to see just what they would look like on my computer and whether I could clear any of them up with some photo editing software. Turning and making my way down towards the main road where I had parked my bike, I could see a selection of cars already covering the road and making it seem as if we were in a big city rather than the littlest part of nowhere. Watching all the cars zip past, I just knew they were part of the new set for Star Wars Episode 8. The blacked out windows and selection of cars travelling down the road with the occasional white van filled with equipment or perhaps a police car working as escort.

Despite how hard I squinted, my green eyes didn't pierce through the windows and I was left to simply assume who were in the cars. I could safely assume that at least Mark Hamil, Rian Johnson and Daisy Ridley were there. Sighing at the mere thought of that last name, I wondered if I'd even see the faintest of outlines of her. Daisy had had a strong showing in her cinematic debut in Star Wars and as a result, it had become very apparent that she was joining the hallowed halls of Comic-Con babes such as: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jennifer Lawrence and Megan Fox. Not bad company for her to be in certainly. The convoy of cars disappeared around the bend in the road and would no doubt descend upon the small town close to the Dingle Peninsula. Hopping onto my pedal bike, I casually followed them, not expecting to see anything more of it but having a fun story for the internet.

As I began the second part of my journey, I usually bike from my home with my parents to my job as a National Trust hiking guide, my mind was not on the road ahead of me. Rather than being interested in the wildlife around me, the sounds of the ocean crashing against the rocks beneath me, nor the sounds of the usual birds flying high above me. Instead, I was focusing purely on the thoughts of what the new film set must look like. It made me think that our little part of the world must be a similar sort of planet, if not the same planet, that we saw at the end of Episode 7 where Luke Skywalker was staying. Of course, there had been naysayers, a lot of people thought that the film crew would destroy the natural beauty of our slice of Ireland but having seen how Lucasfilm and Disney treated Skellig Michael Island and some of the first person testimonies had managed to quell some of the concern and antsy anticipation of the Hollywood film crews coming here. Me, and my collection of friends, had never really had any concerns over it, we had all joked that we would get extra or supporting roles.

Eventually making it around the corner, I made it down towards the small hamlet close to the docks and what was normally a quiet town already seemed to be bustling with life even with me being so far away. The road was long and winding but it was all downhill now so my legs stopped working so much and I simply rode the road down with my feet following the way my feet travelled as I head down towards the town. Towards the end of the town, near to where the water meets the land, there was a small, wooden quay that typically never saw more than two or three boats there at once. Now though, you could tell Hollywood was in town as there was nearly double the amount there. As I made my way down the hill, I could see some of the paparazzi snapping photos while a boat disappeared towards a part of the countryside only approachable by water. As the boat cut through the water, the paparazzi moved from the quay and headed towards the town. Would poor Mrs. O'Brien at the café be able to cope with all those sandwiches? I wondered to myself as I lifted my head up and started to pedal towards the pub which my parents owned.

Cycling into town, moving past the set of well-maintained houses on the outside, smiling and waving to some of the population of the hamlet that were out and about, snooping as to what was happening in their sleepy little town. Smiling, I continued to cycle towards the pub. Travelling over the gravel and landing into the front of the pub, I grabbed the small bike lock that was now a permanent feature at the side of the popular nightspot in the town and quickly bolted my bike to the side, keeping it secure. Locking it up, I pocket the key in my raincoat and step inside. Crossing the threshold and stepping inside the pub, I spotted up a couple of the regulars before spotting my parents. My mum, an older looking lady though no one would dare say that out loud, who was picking apart a jacket potato and tutting very loudly at one of her trashy gossip magazines. Sitting in one of the smaller alcoves in the side of the pub, she lifted her head up, peering at me over her half moon glasses. Smiling, she raised a hand up and waved at me before I returned it.

Unzipping my raincoat, I hung the extra piece of protective fabric on one of the chrome hooks and saw my dad, the typical image of a lumberjack, ascending from the basement behind the bar with an empty metal barrel on his shoulders. Anyone who saw me standing next to my father knew who I got my looks from. While I wasn't as stocky as my father, I was an athletically large sort of frame while my father was strictly larger. Our hair was a similar shade of mahogany and my facial hair wasn't as bushy as his but it was definitely as thick as his. He raised a hand back to me, waving with a smile as wide as his face at the sight of me.

"Will my boy! Back from work already?" He bellowed to me, half way from across the pub as I kicked off my boots. Checking my phone, I realised I was back almost on the dot which was unusual for me. Normally, I liked to stay behind and make sure everything was set up for the next shift. Today though, today I too wanted to see what all the gossip was about. Taking a seat at the bar, I leant over and shook my dad's beefy hand as he excitedly pulled a pint of diet soda for me.

"Yeah dad, I figured you may need some help with all the extra hands in the town." I answered, taking the glass in my hands and peering over my shoulder as the convoy of cars and trucks made their way from the quay and over to the main road I had just came down from. Looking around, I could see Wink, the pub's cat, and some of the regulars, the ones who would regularly talk to my mother and help her with the crosswords in the newspapers we had delivered to the pub. I was actually somewhat disappointed. I was expecting something... More. Maybe later on we would see some more people come back to the pub and pump some tourist money into the business. That was mostly the more important thing we were interested in. While we didn't struggle for money, it was always nice to have some more in the tills.

My father chuckled and nodded his head, collecting some of the empties on the bar top and dunked them into the sink behind the bar. Grabbing a yellow cloth, he sprayed a jet of cleaning fluid against the oak bar and started to scrub at it before scrubbing at some of the more stubborn of stains. My father was very house-proud, or in this case, pub-proud, and some stains on the oak bar just weren't going to go away, no matter how many times he scrubbed at them. He looked down at it, scowled before throwing the rag back over his shoulder. Coming back to me, he took a stand, leaning against the bar as he looked over at me.

"Aye but it's still early doors yet. I'm sure later on we'll see some more footfall." My dad offered, reaching over and playfully shaking me by the shoulders as I tried to polish off my pint. "Who knows? Maybe the young lady starring in the movie will come see you?" He laughed just as loudly as he had done the first time he had ever done it and while I normally would have been laughing just as hard as he was, now it wasn't so funny. Had I really bought into the fact that I would have seen Daisy Ridley in the pub that much? Shooting him a smirk, I polished off the drink and passed him the empty before standing up and looking at my parents who simply laughed it off as well. Rubbing at the back of my neck, I wondered just what the team of Episode 8 were up to now. Would they actually come around tonight or would they just go back to their no doubt fancier hotels in the inland of Ireland. I might get to see Luke Skywalker though, Mark Hamil was noted as very good with fans and the public so he may poke his head in. That would be pretty cool. I thought to myself as I stepped past the bar and moved into the small corridor that led up to the back of the pub.

The architecture of the public house was tudor, there was a lot of white walls with black beams and that pattern ran throughout the whole of our home. As I was left to my own thoughts, my hands came out and absentmindedly stroked against the bumpy surface of the walls, occasionally running my fingers over the black beams. The doors in the home were thick, complimenting of the way the house was built, radiators didn't exist back when the house was built so the doors were thicker to keep the cold out. Grabbing a hold of the door to my bedroom, I twisted the handle and pushed it open, adding my shoulder to it to manage to get the door open and past the shag carpet I had laid down once I got home from Uni. Walking over to the window facing the sea, I laid my hands down on the table I had with my desktop computer on and squinted, looking to see if I could see anything. The peninsula was close to where we lived and on a good day, it was visible but now, not so much.

Looking out of the window, I shook my head and smiled to myself. It was a nice idea at the thought of being a part of Star Wars history and the concept of actually being in the movie was even better. Shaking my head and laughing to myself, I turned around and bent down and turned on my computer. Plugging my phone into my desktop as it booted up, I walked away from the desk and stripped off my work regulation olive green polo neck shirt. Tossing it onto the duvet, the same one that still hadn't been made since I woke up this morning, I looked over at the mirror that hung off of the back of my door. Inspecting my reflection, I smiled and licked my lips before changing out of my work gear and into something a bit more usual for the evening. Grabbing a pair of nicer jeans and a button up flannel shirt, I sprayed a jet of deodorant over my broad chest and then under my arms before grabbing my button up and slipping it on onto my body. Buttoning them up, the sound of my desktop reaching the desktop filled my small room.

Bringing up the internet browser, I quickly logged onto one of the gossip sites I used to read up on Star Wars rumours and as the page loaded, my heart jumped up and caught itself in my throat. Daisy Ridley was in Ireland and was moving to the Dingle Peninsula for some shoots on Episode 8. She actually must have been in one of those cars! Chuckling to myself, I quickly tugged on my denim bottoms and took a seat at my desk. Signing into the message board on the website, I started to type up my own report of seeing the tinted windows of the cars coming past. My phone had already loaded up the photos and while I uploaded them onto a popular image hosting site, I added them to the post as well. Rubbing my fingers over my grizzled jaw, I checked the post over and checked it for typos before hitting the submit button. Now, it had been a while since I had gotten laid... Maybe that was why I was painting such a picture of Daisy sweeping into our little pub and me seducing her. Frankly, looking at her, I doubt she'd take the role of being swept off of her feet, it was more likely that she would be doing the sweeping.

What followed was mostly an afternoon of browsing the web and gaming and nothing real of note. However, as soon as the sun started to set, that was when the real crux of the story began.

The sounds from downstairs started to float up the steps and slipped through the cracks in the door and I was actually roused from reading the internet. Looking over my shoulder at the sounds, I pushed my chair back and went away to inspect it. It was only Wednesday, we had karaoke or live music every other Friday and that wasn't today. So why was it so loud? Stepping down through the small corridor towards the pub, the inside was filled from wall to wall with a series of photos being snapped at a seemingly constant interval. Walking down, I was grabbed to the side by one of the barmaids we had working with us on a part time basis.

"Will! They came in!" Sophie exclaimed, tugging me to the side near to where we kept out fire extinguishers.

"Who came in?"

"Mark Hamil, Rian Johnson and Daisy Ridley!"

There, the penny fell and I realized that my earlier fantasies now had a chance of coming true. Rubbing my hand over my chin, I peered out from the shadows, and looked over at the corner of the pub where quite obviously three of the more important members of the new Star Wars movie. Looking over at them, my eyes drifted from the heads of the crew until I stopped on the head of Daisy Ridley. My green orbs focused on her very pretty face until she actually looked over at me. We made eye contact and instantly, I felt my cheeks flush with red, and instantly, I moved away. I was ready to creep into a corner of the pub and simply leer but there was no chance of that happening. A hand landed on the top of my spine and my dad very quickly dragged me out of the shadows and behind the bar.

"Come on Will, no point in hiding! Get your handsome mug in the papers!" My father bellowed in his usual manner, my dad beaming as the photos snapped at the trio of the new Star Wars movie. He brought me a little closer and whispered in my ear. "Besides, we don't want you missing out on that cute little girl do we?" He teased, shaking me from side to side eagerly. As if on cue, the crowds parted and someone who must have been the PR director or something was pointing at the bar and walking through the crowd as if he were Moses and the population of the pub were the red sea. The director was an older man, smaller in stature with a set of horn rimmed glasses on his nose in an entirely unironic manner. He flipped up the oak bar and patted me on the shoulder as Mark Hamil, THE Mark Hamil followed, locked eyes on me and eagerly shook my hands. I was shaking hands with the Luke Skywalker! Then, the director, Rian Johnson smiled at me and shook my hand while following Mark over to the beer taps. Then, the flowery fragrance of Daisy Ridley assaulted my senses and I was almost starstruck at the sight of her. Unlike the other two, Daisy actually spoke to me.

"Hi! I'm Daisy!"

"Hi... Hi, I'm Will!"

"Nice to meet you Will! Is this your parents pub? It looks just like the The Admiral back home!"

"You have a pub?" I asked, rather stupidly as Daisy grinned that million pound smile she had dazzled various magazine covers with only this time it was at me.

"Oh sure! I haven't been in multi million dollar franchises all my life!" Daisy grinned, playfully slapping a hand against my tricep. She made a surprised noise before stroking it. "Wow... That is... Really impressive. Do you work here?"

"No, no I work for the National Trust, I lead hikes and try to find missing hikers if they get lost." I answered, smiling back to her as she continued to rub at my muscles.

"Do you do a lot of lifting for the National Trust then?" She asked, taking a step back to inspect me. As she did so, I took the same opportunity. Daisy was wearing a large, floppy sweater that did look very comfy and was no doubt hiding a shirt under it. She had on a pair of figure fitting skinny jeans that were complemented with a set of dark brown knee high boots, all in all, she looked very country chic and certainly looked like she fitted in locally. Her hair wasn't in the three buns, the classic look Rey was famous for, instead she was wearing her hair loosely around her shoulders, yet the brunette looked just as gorgeous as Rey did. Before I had a chance to answer, she was beckoned away. Daisy shot me an apologetic look before offering me a sly wink and heading over to where the pit of cameras had set up. Both my mum and dad were behind the taps of the pub and both Mark and Rian and now Daisy were settled there.

"Pull a pint!" One of the camera crew shouted, much to the smiles and laughter of the people. My dad, ever the showman, nodded his head and showed Rian how to pull a pint while my mother was responsible for Mark.

"Oh well that's great! I don't have anyone to show me!" Daisy teased, pouting over at the crew, playing them all perfectly.

"What about Will? Son, get over here!" My dad shouted, beckoning me over with a large burly arm.

"Yeah Will! Come on over!" Mark encouraged. How could I deny Luke Skywalker? Walking up behind Daisy, I grabbed her a pint glass and moved to step in front of her before Daisy stopped me.

"Well that's no good! I need to see, help me do it please?" She said, stepping in front of me and pushing herself in between my arm and chest. Her hands came up and gripped at the glass and then as I lifted my other arm to grab at the beer tap, Daisy did the same. I wasn't sure if it was because of the condensed space between us and the bar but I could have sworn that I could feel Daisy pressing against me. "Okay, now go nice and slow?" Daisy asked, watching as I angled the glass and then tugged at the tap. The honeyed liquid started to fill the glass and Daisy squealed adorably as she pulled her very first pint expertly. Daisy's bum was pressing against my groin and as she started to stand up, it felt a lot like she was rubbing it against me on purpose. As she stood up straight, Daisy lifted the glass up and inspected it before grinning and putting it down on the bar.