"We're not stopping for a few more hours so could you stop complaining?" Six bit out, glaring at Sam who was slumped in his sit, clearly dissatisfied. John could sympathize with Sam, he was hungry and tired too, but at least he didn't whine everyone elses' ears off.
Sighing, John leaned his had against the cool window, watching the landscape flyby. It had been nearly two weeks since they had left Paradise, Ohio, and day after day was spent on the road, and with Six driving; there was no stopping. He didn't mind it too much, but he could tell how it was getting to Sam. Though he hadn't been pampered his whole life, Sam had managed to get food and sleep in the time he liked and now being forced to wait? Sam seemed almost upset.
Not worrying too much about his friend, John smiled down at BK; his old pal's head situated on his lap. Scratching him behind his dog's ears, John then glanced up to where Six was starting at him through the rear view mirror. Keeping her gaze, he then arched a brow after a moment or not. Not reacting, Six simply looked back to the road; nudging her sunglasses back up.

After what felt like hours on the road, when in reality had only been about four, Six complied to Sam's whining and pulled off onto a remote dinner and motel. "Thank God." John heard Sam mutter and couldn't help but laugh as he opened the door, letting BK jump out. Following after him, John then turned to walk up behind Sam, who was eager to get out of the truck, and Six, who was making him shut the hell up. "It's food, probably some of the worst food on the planet, at that, so can you shut up?" Six growled at Sam, her blue eyes dangerous with warning.
Sam stuttered over a few words, most apologizes, before shutting his mouth; finally taking the hint. Rolling his eyes, John nudged Sam's side, offering him a light smile before catching up to Six, who had all but stomped up to the doors.
Catching it as it swung behind her, John held it open for Sam and BK before stepping into the dim lightning; the smell of grease, sweat, and hard liquor making him scrunch his nose up in disgust. But even underneath the roll of his stomach, he couldn't deny his own need for food; greasy or not.
Following Six and Sam over to a booth, he slid in next to Six, blocking Sam from making another bad choice. Six flashed him his own glare, ignoring both of them as she picked up her menu; hiding her face as she glanced it over.
Not even given a moment to look at his own before a blonde waitress bobbed into view, flashing John a big smile as she looked him over with appreciation. "Can I help you?" She asked in a southern drawl, her voice sweet as sugar she kept all the attention directed to John.
Only confused by this, he glanced at the menu for a second before offering up a random selection, "Can I just get a cheeseburger and potato skins? Oh, and a Pepsi?". "You sure can." She purred, offering him a wink before glancing at Sam and Six, arching a brow in indication for them to tell her what they wanted.
Six's lips curled into a sneer, ready to make a comment, but not in enough time as Sam easily slid in to cut her off. "I'd some barbeque ribs, a potato-cheese and bacon bits only, a side of corn, oh and a tea please." He responded, smiling shyly at the waitress as he held out his menu for her to take. The blonde stared at him for a few moments, before quickly jotting it down and accepting his menu. Shaking her head, she took mine, with a smile of course, before turning back to Six; whose sneer was fully visible now. "I'd just like a tea, thanks." She spoke, not giving the waitress anymore attention after passing her menu over.
"Coming right up." She smiled, winking at John before walking off; swinging her hips as she did. "Is it me, or was she like, totally flirting with you?" Sam smiled, eyes twinkling as she rested his elbows on the table, his attention all on John.
"Doesn't matter, she's not my type." He responded, his own eyes alight as he dismissed his friend's dirty thoughts.
"Oh, and what is your type?" Six snorted from where she leaned into the booth, eyes amused as she regarded John.
"Well, not a sleazy blonde, that's for sure." He retorted, quickly receiving a glare as Six stared him; her eyes challenging.
"Same here; blondes just really aren't my type." And, surprisingly, she smiled at Sam, leaning over to ruffle his darker hair.
Recoiling under his touch, as if she was going to bite him, Sam glanced to John for help. But John didn't say anything, he just glared at Six before turning and scouting the room for the waitress.
When she returned with their food, John caught her hand before she left, flashing her a brilliant smile as she caught herself; surprised by his touch. "Thank you." He spoke, his voice gravelly as the girl basically swooned in the light of his attention.
"You're welcome, hotshot." She said, winking, as she walked off.
He could feel Six's glare on his back.