"Well, then." Richard couldn't help but match the other man's enthusiasm as he gestured towards his music cabinet. "It's all sorted, but I sort things strangely. Feel free to look through." He slotted in the last handful of books from this box and broke it down, tossing it onto his trash pile. The only thing that kept him from walking over to the fridge and breaking out the alcohol was the fact that it wasn't even noon yet. Instead he settled for walking over to the record player and taking the current album off its spindle, sliding it smoothly back into its dust jacket without ever touching the grooves. "They're uh, by mood, actually. Party on the left. You can probably find your way from there."
So, maybe he wasn't going to get to the beach as soon as he had thought. Something told him that this was going to be plenty of fun.
And it was. The two of them spent longer than either had expected, chatting about different bands and laughing at some of the real gems of Richard's collection. Richard thought it was quite the way to start out a life in California.