Peter looked down at Stanley, sprawled out in the sand, and laughed. He had also dressed for California weather, down to only two shirts, a vest and his leather jacket, boots sinking a bit into the sand.

"You are never gonna get that shit out of your clothes, man. Or your hair."

Which wasn't enough to stop him from sitting down beside Stanley, arms wrapped around his knees. The sun felt good, actually warming instead of just bouncing off an endless amount of white. He tilted his head up to the light and breathed deeply, smelled city and ocean.

"Fucking excellent location choice, Stanley."