"You sure this is the place, Tes? I didn't think it would be right *on* the beach." Rex and Tes drove up the driveway to Grace and Jim's Beach house. The cool eastern breeze whipping through the open windows as lyrics from Led Zepplin spewed from the speakers in the Mustang. His collegues would have kittens if they found out that he was a closet metalhead. Nothing like those burnouts in blue jean jackets and tattoos, but it was definitly better than the disco craze going around. Rex would be a happy man if and when disco died.<br/><br/>It was good to see Jim again, the shennanigans they had in college were the bane of the Dean, but it was good to cut loose sometimes. The college experience wasn't entirely for studies and tests anyway.<br/><br/>Squeezing Tessa's thigh, Rex winked at her before hopping out of the muscle car, "You'll like Grace, Im sure of it. Jim was a little rough around the edges in college, but he's cleaned up pretty good since then." Carrying their luggage up the the door, he let Tessa ring the bell...