It was late past twelve, the bedroom was dark besides the light coming from the TV as you watched old Elimination Chambers, you were stuck sitting between two men over six foot and your legs were starting to feel pins and needles. Undertaker was thrown behind you, his arm around your waist as his face was buried in your side, the giant snoring softly with a tight hold on you. Drew had his head in your lap, his arms wrapped around your legs with his face squished against your thigh, his eyes fighting to stay open so he could spend time with you but his tiredness was winning, his eyes slipping shut for some time before he opened them.

Drew picked his head up and moved more up the bed to rest his head on your stomach as your hand went into his dark locks to gently comb through them, he had mumbled something but it was too low for you to hear, you asked him to repeat and he spoke up a bit louder but stopped when Undertaker started to stir. "The Deadman has risen.." You whispered earning a smile from Drew before he turned his head back to the TV. Undertaker moved to rest his head on your shoulder grumbling about something, you reached back and patted his leg which got a grunt from him before he threw a leg over yours and tighten his arm around you, scooting closer and laying his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and soon breath evening out.