So to re-cap, Frank Martin went on holiday, and met Mickey, and they had a rather entertaining evening, this is dedicated to Booth Seeley Booth for the review and request of a sequel, here goes.
Mickey returned to her flat in Yarmouth still walking like a giraffe having a drink but also with a grin that went ear to ear. Her night with Mr Frank Martin was a welcome surprise, plus he now had her number, not even bothering to tidy like she planned she went into the kitchen and made a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ems its Mickey"
"Hello babes, you ok?"
"Yeah I'm cool-"
"OH by
the way who was the dish you left with last night?"
"Oh" Mickey once again had a grin and let out a small chuckle.
"Him, yeah um, that was Frank"
"Frank?"
"Yeah he's um, on holiday so I
said I would show him around a little"
"Uh huh, at
1am?"
"Yeah, the island is gorgeous at night!"
The two girls laughed at Mickey's obvious and rather lame attempt at hiding the truth from her friend.
"You are such a dirty stop
out!"
"Piss off!"
"You loved it though right?"
"It
was. Amazing, I can't stop thinking about him, which is always my
problem, he will go home at the end of the week and I'll be
miserable for months"
"He has your number right?"
"Yeah"
"Do you have his?"
"Nope"
"You're a dickhead"
"Thanks"
"Well Mickey my dear if I know you- and I do he will call, you're no lovesick muppet, if you say it was amazing then it was and he will want to see you again before he goes, so tidy up your shit hole of a home and make yourself look effortlessly hot, no makeup, and loose clothes"
"Yes Mum!"
"DO it! Love you byeeee!"
"Love you too bye"
Mickey looked around after she hung up, she was barely at home so there was never really much housework going on, just the bomb site she left it in every time she came home to get changed.
"Well best get this started then"
She cranked up the radio and started on the washing up. . .