MORNING HAIR

Making sure that the toilet was done flushing completely, Seth Rollins took a deep breath before turning off the light and re-entering the dark, quiet hotel room he was sharing with his two usual roommates. There was still a few hours before the trio had to get up and he didn't want to disturb them from their much-needed rest. He smiled slightly as he crept past the first of the two beds in the room, where Roman Reigns was sprawled out on his stomach, nearly filling the entire bed with his massive frame. If Seth didn't know any better, he would have said that someone had pushed his friend from behind and he was just laying where he had fallen.

Sitting down on his own bed, Seth looked around for the blankets that he must have kicked off while he was sleeping. He peered over at the space between his bed and the wall where his other roommate, Dean Ambrose, had made his usual bed on the floor consisting of pillows Roman and Seth didn't need, plus the spare blanket in the closet and the cushion from a nearby chair. Seth's blankets now lay on top of him. Shaking his head, Seth tried to pick up the blankets, but Dean hardened his grip.

"Mine." Dean said without opening his eyes.

"What?" Seth replied, trying unsuccessfully to pull them away.

"You didn't want them, so they're mine now." Dean said as if explaining to a small child. "Tough luck, brother."

"I kicked them off while I was sleeping." Seth shook his head, continuing to play tug-of-war with him. "Give them back."

"Make me." Dean challenged, finally opening his eyes.

"You-"Seth started to say, interrupted by Dean sitting up suddenly and laughing hysterically. Puzzled, the dark-haired man looked around the room. "What?"

"Oh, my God." Dean squeaked out through his laughter, "Your hair!"

"What about it?" Seth asked as movement was heard from the other bed.

"The hell is going on?" a half-asleep Roman wondered, barely lifting his head.

"Dean's losing it over my hair." Seth explained.

"It looks fucking crazy!" Dean said through his laughter, tears forming at the corners of his eyes and his mid-section starting to hurt. "Oh, man! It looks like some animal tried to make a nest in it, but failed!"

"You do know that yours isn't any better, right?" Seth narrowed his eyes, trying to flatten his hair with his hand.

"It's not THAT messed up." Dean countered, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Shut up." Roman growled in a tone he usually reserved for cutting promos in the ring. "Both of you!"

"He started it." Seth and Dean said in unison.

"Oh, hell no. WAY too early for this shit." Roman muttered, rolling onto his side that faced away from the pair. It was only a matter of seconds before Rollins and Ambrose could hear soft snoring coming from him.

"How in the hell does he do that?" Dean wondered, finally stopping his laughter. He handed Seth one of the two blankets that had fallen on him. "I mean, I've asked him before, but all he said was that it's ancient Samoan technique."

"Really?" Seth replied, laying back down. "He told me it was something he learned how to do shortly after JoJo was born. Either way, we got a few more hours before we have to get up."

"Be a shame to waste it." Dean nodded, settling back down himself as a momentary silence settled upon the room once more. "Hey, Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"Imagine how funny your hair would have looked if you still had that stupid blonde streak!"

"Go to sleep, Dean." Seth sighed warily.