at three in the morning

“Remind me again,” Leon groaned, closing his eyes as he let his head fall backwards against the headrest of his seat, “why did Claire want to have her birthday party in the middle of fucking nowhere?” They’d been driving through the snowy landscape for what felt like a small eternity, and it was like they were making no headway at all. Claire had given them the address to some kind of a ski-lodge, but it was beginning to seem like they wouldn’t make it that far today, not with the snowstorm picking up. “She doesn’t even ski,” Leon added as there was no answer from Chris. He shifted in his seat again, cracking one eye open to peer at the other man. “Does she ski?“ Chris laughed throatily at that, giving a small headshake. He was focused on driving, trying to keep them on the road as it snowed harder and harder. “Not that I know of. I think she just has this… romantic notion of snow. And spending time in front of the fire. Who knows.” He frowned a little, turning the windshield wipers up one more notch. “But I know that we’re taking a room in the next motel we find.”“Yeah,“ Leon agreed, “Let’s do that.“