"Hey, come on," Johnny says suddenly, startling Tommaso. They had just defeated Imperium in a six man tag with The Miz, and he was sure Johnny would just want to go back to the hotel, hang out, and catch an early night before their flight back to Florida.

"Huh?" he asks. "Where are we going?" The grin Johnny shoots his way does nothing to comfort him and he grimaces. "Oh no," he mumbles, eyes widening when Johnny's grin sharpens and he grabs Tommaso's hand.

"Trust me. Come on!" He looks more and more like a little boy as he pulls Ciampa out of the locker room and down the halls towards the exit.

"Johnny," Ciampa huffs, having to all but run to keep up with his tag partner's rush through the halls. "Come on, man, at least tell me something."

Johnny does slow, a little, and look back over at him. "There's nothing like a good old Ohio Christmas," is all he says before pushing the arena door open and rushing over to their rental car, allowing Tommaso to let go of his hand. "Come on!" he insists, getting inside the car and starting it up.

Tommaso frowns at him, very tempted to turn back around and go back inside, but after a few moments of staring in at his best friend's beseeching face, his shoulders slump and he slips into the passenger side, quirking an eyebrow at the gleeful look on Johnny's face as he starts up the car and peels off, Tommaso wincing as he grabs at his seatbelt and holds on for dear life.

Thankfully, Johnny drives more conscientiously once they reach residential areas and they drive around slowly, taking in all of the houses with Christmas decorations in the yards and windows. "Is that an inflatable Grogu?" Ciampa asks, squinting out through the gloom at the faintly lit shape.

"Yes," Johnny laughs, his eyes gleaming happily as they continue slowly down the street. "That tree is pretty."

Ciampa examines the madly racing sequence of lights looping around the tree in a yard they're about to drive past and chuckles. "You would think so," he teases.

Johnny huffs but hasn't lost his grin, so Ciampa knows he didn't take it seriously. They continue driving on for awhile, taking everything in. They've circled back around close to the turn off to the arena when Ciampa clears his throat.

"Thanks for this," he says. "I wasn't sure what to think at first, but this was fun."

Johnny beams at him. "Yeah? I'm glad. Figured it'd be a nice way to wind down after the match earlier."

"And we both probably needed a little peace and quiet after dealing with Mike," Ciampa says with a laugh.

"Oh god, yes," Johnny sighs. "It was cool to partner up with another Cleveland boy, though. And thank you for obliging me with that."

Ciampa sits for a minute, taking in the last couple houses with lights flickering around their porches and roofs, before shrugging, trying to sound casual as he continues to speak. "What can I say, I'll pretty much go along with anything you really want to do."

Johnny taps his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing over at him. They've both come a long way since the horrible way their first time partnering up had ended, and the second. "Thanks, Tommaso," he says quietly.

Tommaso nods, trying to brush it off as not a big deal though they both know better. "So, how about we go back to the hotel and get some sleep?"

Johnny smiles, already directing the car back around to go downtown to where they're staying for the night before their flights. "Yes, sir."