Miranda and Ali decide to stay another night

Not the worse hangover he had ever had but Mark was feeling it the next morning as he walked through the house bare footed, wearing just his underwear.

Stepping outside, he was blinded by the amount of sunlight of the late morning. That beautiful Florida weather was a real treat as they got ever so closer to the summer holidays. It took him a moment to realise that everyone was already up and cleaning. Daniel and Ali had trash bags, gathering up empty cups, cans and bottles while Macca and Miranda started to clean the pool area.

“Sleeping head, grab a bag and start on the kitchen,” Ali said with a smirk on her face.

Mark just rubbed his eyes as he approached the two out of the grass. He noticed that Ali was still in the same dress she wore last night, not having other clothes hear to change into.

“Fuck, how the hell did you get Macca up before me to clean?” he asked Ali and Daniel in shock.

They both looked over at the pool, Miranda handing Macca a dust pan and shovel to clean up some broken glass. The busty blonde was wearing a white tank top that seemed way too tight and small on her chest. Without having spare clothes here either, Mark assumed she had pinched the top from Alexis’s room.

“Think someone’s had an impact on him there,” Ali nodded in Miranda’s direction.

After everything he spoke about with Miranda the night before, he found it interesting how quickly someone was mentioning her breasts, just the morning after. She wasn’t wrong though, they looked phenomenal and Macca certainly seemed to agree, happy to be her servant outside all morning.

“Is she wearing your sisters top?” Mark asked Daniel.

Daniel passed him a black rubbish bag, “It is, now listen to Ali and get started in the kitchen.”

He would have laughed but his head was hurting, grabbing the bag, he made his way inside the house and began to work on clearing up the mess.

***

The crew of five did their best to clean up the entire house, from the outside entertainment area to the rest of the inside of the house. They ever found a light blue thong hanging from the gutter of the roof with no answers on how it got up there,

By lunch time, they were all done and everything appeared to be back in order.

As they went through the fridge, looking for something to eat, the girls proposed a question to the boys at lunch.

Ali and Miranda came up to the kitchen bench, acting so innocently, knowing they would always get their way, “Do you boys think it would be okay if we stayed another night?”

Mark looked at Daniel smiling, knowing it was his decision to make.

He nodded, “Sure, sure, I guess so.”

The girls high fived as they went around the other side of the kitchen bench and began looking through the fridge. They too were still a little hungover from the party and didn’t have a huge amount of interest in driving right now.

“Are we going to have enough for dinner?” Miranda asked, going through what was inside the fridge.

“No, probably not for five of us,” Daniel admitted, pulling out his wallet from his pocket, “I was actually about to go shopping for a few extra things if anyone wanted to join me.”

“We’ll go,” Ali said smiling.

While they organised a grocery trip, writing down a list of things they needed. Macca came into the room with an entire golf bag full of clubs, he put them down on the ground, a huge beaming smile on his face.

“Your dad is a bloody legend Dan,” Macca said, pulling out a nine iron.

Seeing what he had, Daniel just huffed, knowing exactly what Macca was thinking.

“Oh baby,” he whispered to himself as he practiced his swing, “You know we’re going to have to go out for a game with these today?”

“Dad would have a fit…”

“So? He won’t know, I’ll be careful with them, look at the house, i lived up to my promise there, everything is cleaned up and back in place.”

“Yeah, because of the four of us all helped you,” Ali laughed.

“Hey I helped, I cleaned up the pool area, and even the garage, that’s where I found these bad boys,” Macca said, testing out the club in his hands, “Come on, “let’s do a boys trip out to the nearest golf course for a round of 18.”

“No… I’m about to go shopping,” he said.

Macca scoffed, “Mark? What do you say?”

Daniel knew Macca was probably going to get his way no matter what so he let him win the argument without putting in any more effort to stop him. He looked at Mark and just shrugged, giving his permission to go with him. If something was to go wrong, he would rather there be someone he trusted there, instead of leaving Macca with his dad’s precious golf clubs.

“Ahhh what the hell, sure, I’m in,” Mark said.

Macca pumped his fist, “Fucking oath! Let’s Go!”