##Team Twin-Snail
“Luke, Hotel. Now!” Linda said. She then gasped as Amy reached over the seat and slapped her.
“Yeah, snowflake, you’re getting on my fucking nerves. Constantly complaining about being tired so NO ONE ELSE can get ANY sleep at all while we’re on the highway. Plus Luke even mentioned ‘100 miles’ about 70 miles ago!” Amy snapped.
“Plus, it’s not like demanding Luke finds a hotel is going to change his mind. He’s picked that destination for a reason, and if you’d follow your GPS, you’d know why.” Scott grumbled from the back seat. “Most of the other teams are there or near there, and it means a faster stop for our point of interest tomorrow.”
“Linda, think about it this way. If I picked a hotel at random and you didn’t get a good night’s sleep for some weird reason, how much would you blame me? My hypothesis is that you’d pin it 100% on me, which isn’t fair, and it isn’t fair that I have to listen to your complaining for almost 110 miles already that you’re tired. I’m overheating, but you don’t hear me complaining, or turning the air conditioning to full blast. Yet you insist on opening your mouth and complaining, and filling the car with hot air!” Luke said, still driving toward their destination.
After a few more minutes of driving, Luke did a really shoddy parking job at the Great Highway Inn. He turned on the car alarm, then headed inside and requested three rooms, one for Scott, one for Amy and Linda, and one for himself. After getting that arrangement confirmed and keys given out, they headed to their respective rooms for the night.
Scott pretty much collapsed across the bed, exhausted from the long journey. Amy and Linda took a bed each in their room, and were out in seconds. Luke closed the window, cranked the air conditioning to full blast, and turned the temperature all the way down, trying to get the room as cold as he could.
Aftermath
Car condition: Running okay.
Team condition: Patience is running thin with Linda.
MRL: +16 (-2) - Bigger fight in the car, everyone’s tired/overheated.
FTG: +19 (+5) - Way late, too long in the car, big fight, and it’s bloody hot in the car.