"I figured I'd had enough of virtue, thrift, and isolation that used to be my home," he said, laughing, "I figured Malibu would have everything I was looking for, and it's making a good showing so far..."<br/><br/>He laughed once more before climbing in, and starting the engine with deft movement of his foot, and the turning of the key. His skill betrayed a love for his ride, but even he had to admit that in terms of Corvette owners, he was probably the most laid back. He pulled out of the driveway, and onto the beach. It was really as though the cops cared about driving on the beach, and Michael passed several groups of local high-schoolers and even some college guys gathered around cars parked on the beach. He finally pulled up to the Grub Shack and turned off the engine.<br/><br/>"A bonfire sounds like fun," he said, but, changing the subject as he got out, added, "I'll pop the trunk."