"You know, it's been four years," Son of Havoc says lazily, piicking at his beard. When Ivelisse looks his way, he shrugs. "Since we got outta the temple."

"Oh," she mumbles, blowing on her nails. "Right. I guess I didn't notice when the date passed."

"Yeah, been well over a month," he muses, things falling silent once more as they stand in the cold and wait. Inside the arena a few feet away, the AEW show roars on, crowd electric and music pounding through the walls to be heard by them. They both glance over when Angelico's music hits, envisioning his entrance in their mind.

Standing in the evening wind, lit only by city lights and cars turning right at the corner across from them, listening to the crowd ooh and ahh over the wrestling match they're watching inside the building only a few feet away is always odd. But it's what Ivelisse and Son of Havoc do whenever he's booked for AEW. They don't mind, it's kind of amusing. Unless he loses, then it's less amusing, but at least they're there for him, with their bikes, and he can choose which one he wants to ride behind- he usually chooses Ivelisse, and she slaps at his hands if he shifts even a little, which makes him pout but gets her to laugh, so she thinks it's worth it.

There's a lull in the crowd noise a few minutes later and then Justin Roberts starts talking, then music plays, and they shrug at each other. It's not Angelico's music, so apparently he's lost, and they brace themselves to console him as best as they can throughout the night to come. When he finally appears, he's wearing a pair of jeans that are more holes than denim, and one of his mesh tops over a tank top. It's ridiculous wear for bike riding, they've told him many times, but he shrugs it off, takes his helmet from Ivelisse and scoots up close behind her once his wrestling gear is stowed safely away and she's settled.

"Hands to yourself, pretty boy," she calls back at him before starting the engine. He merely laughs into her shoulder and knits his fingers together tighter over her abs.

She rolls her eyes and pulls out to keep up with Havoc, the two of them noisy blurs against the dark backdrop of the city as they ride out to the hotel they'd picked for the evening. Angelico seems surprisingly calm as he gets off of the bike and walks towards their room, stopping only long enough to collect his gear from her before disappearing inside.

Havoc and Ivelisse share a glance before following him inside. He's sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, breathing in deeply, clearly trying to relax. "Hey, Angelico," Havoc says, the first time they've spoken all night.

"Yeah?" he asks, muffled, still staring at his feet.

"You know, it's been over four years since we left the temple?" Havoc jostles him a little as he sits down on the bed, poking at Angelico's back with his feet. "What do you think about that?"

He sits for a minute, then looks up to find Ivelisse standing in front of him, her hands resting on her hips as she waits for a response from him. "I think they'd be amazed the three of us have lasted this long together without murdering each other."

Havoc laughs and Ivelisse rolls her eyes, leaning down to cradle his face and kissing him deeply. "Yeah, well, everyone's idiots and no one ever knew the real us."

"Still don't," Angelico mumbles against her lips.

"Damn straight," Havoc sighs, still poking at him with his feet.

Ivelisse lets go of Angelico and crawls up the bed to sink down next to Havoc, joining in on poking Angelico until he gives up pouting and turns to join them, Ivelisse adjusting herself to rest her head on his shoulder while Havoc lazily strokes her shoulder. "What do you boys want for Christmas?" she muses, a little sleepy.

She listens as they volley around one lame idea after another, waving off a few of the more outrageous thoughts the two of them have, "No way in hell am I spending time or money on that," she says to the suggestion they buy something to mail to Dario Cueto in MLW.

Both laugh, then kiss her forehead, loud smacks on either side of her head, just like she hates. "Well then, what do you want for Christmas, Ivelisse?" Angelico finally asks.

She scoffs, then sits up, examining both of them. "You can't afford my taste, boys," she teases.

"Eh, I think we do alright," Angelico protests, glancing over at Havoc. "Don't you think so?"

"Absolutely," Havoc says, growling a little.

Ivelisse chuckles, then gasps as Angelico adjusts her position, quirking an eyebrow up at her as she recollects herself and straddles him. "If not, I guess we'll have to brainstorm together to see what you might want.

Havoc sits up and touches her, grazing kisses down her shoulder. "Might take awhile," he adds. "Gotta a lot to think about. A lot to celebrate."

"True," she breathes out, agreeing that this is absolutely the best way to show that the old, abandoned temple has no control over any of them. Ever again.