STUCK
Unsure if kayfabe compliant.
"Hmm." Seth frowned, staring at the half-empty beer bottle as well as the empty chair sitting across the table. "You know, Ambrose HAS been gone an awfully long time! Even by his own messed up standards."
"Probably had to take an extra-long leak or something." Roman shrugged, taking a drink of the beer he had just brought back from the bar. "It happens."
"Like a half an hour long?" Seth raised his eyebrows, "Should probably tell him to get that checked out by a doctor."
"Probably." Roman grinned.
A moment of silence passed before Reigns sighed heavily.
"You're trying to get me to be the one to get up and go check on him, aren't you?"
"I think I sprained my ankle during the match tonight." Seth nodded, "Plus, I can't really carry him if he's passed out, and/or, in the more likely scenario that he's pissed someone off, you're A LOT more imposing than I am, big man."
"Hmm. I could tell you to walk it off, drag him, and/or there's only been like 3 other people in here besides the bartender." Roman countered, getting to his feet. "But I can see there's no arguing with you, so I'll go see what's keeping him while you buy the next round."
"Deal." Seth smiled.
"Ambrose!" Roman exclaimed, pounding on the door to the men's room, which was locked. "You still alive in there?"
"Oh, thank God!" a relieved Dean shouted back from the other side of the door. "Roman! The doorknob must have broken when I shut the door! I've been trying to get someone's attention for like the past hour!"
"For real?" Roman couldn't help but laugh, "Why didn't you call me or Seth?"
"My goddamned phone is back at the hotel." Dean replied, prompting Roman to laugh even harder. "Oh, fuck off! It isn't that funny!"
"Sorry, Uce." Roman said, trying to suppress his laughter. "Man, you are having like the worst possible luck tonight! Left your phone in the room, and we just happen to pick a place that's deader than dead to go to?"
"And the vent in here is only about the size of my foot," Dean added before hearing Roman snicker. "Yes, I DID actually try that, asshole. Just get me the fuck out of here, will you?"
"All right, all right." Roman replied, "I'll go get the bartender."
It seemed to Ambrose that another hour or so passed between the time Roman had gone to when he heard footsteps and a familiar cackle approach from the other side of the door.
"You didn't HAVE to tell Seth!"
"Oh man!" Seth replied, almost doubled over. "This is too good! Dirt sheets would have a field day! Dean Ambrose Stuck in Bathroom."
"Shut the hell up, Princess!" Dean growled, "When I get out of here, I'm dragging you inside and dunking your stupid face into the toilet! Been a while since I gave someone a swirlie, so I may need to do it a few times to get it right, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"You are NOT going to give Seth a swirlie." Roman shook his head, "Not here anyway."
"I guess my vengeance can wait." Dean sighed.
"Anyway, Deano, bartender gave us his blessing to break this thing down." Roman continued, testing the door with his hand. "Said it was a matter of when, not if, this was going to happen."
"We gave him money to replace it as well as some autographs for his kids," Seth added.
"Ok." Dean nodded, "So, how are we going to…"
The auburn-haired man was just barely able to get himself out of the way as the door exploded inwards, followed by Roman, who fell to the ground.
"He fucking speared the door!" Seth managed to say despite laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach.
"You serious?" Dean replied, helping Roman to his feet.
"Did the whole punching the ground thing and everything!" Seth squeaked.
"Going to have a bit of a bruise tomorrow, but got the job done." Roman smiled, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder. "You all right?"
"Tell me that you managed to get it on video!" Dean said to Seth.
"Oh, man!" Seth replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Probably should have, huh? No way that wouldn't have gone viral."
"Damn it." Dean winced, "Why do I always miss the good shit?"
"You have been having a rough night." Roman remarked before grinning mischievously. "You know what? I think I'm going to take back what I said earlier, Uce. If you can catch the Architect and drag his ass back here, then you can shove his head in the toilet."
"What?" Rollins exclaimed, staring in disbelief at Roman.
"I'd start running if I was you." Roman shrugged, letting go of Dean's shoulder.
"Thanks, bro." Dean smiled widely before chasing after a fleeing Seth. "Get back here, Sethie, and take your punishment like a man!"
"Probably going to have to give the bartender a bit more money for this." Roman chuckled to himself as he watched the other two chase each other around. "But it's worth it!"