MiniScene: Chuck'n'Jo - VISION FUNTIMES!
>"You will. We'll sit down later and have a couple dozen shots."
“God, yes.” He was a little too distracted - between the poundingburningthrobbing in his head and the mention of alcohol and the images he was trying to fight off just a little longer - to notice the way she didn’t meet his eyes, to figure anything out, at this point, that wasn’t glaringly obvious. Not that he was without his own lack of confidence about this, because he was - but he was doing his best not to show it. “Wish we could do that now. Way too friggin’ sober for this.”
>"Looks like they started the party without us."
He wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about, why she was stopping, turning off the truck. They weren’t there yet, were they? He cracked an eye open cautiously to check, and no, not there yet - and then he opened both eyes properly, with more than a little shock at the sight of the lightning. It was very definitely not from a storm. “Okay. That’s... not ominous at all.” Yeah, right. “Awesome.”
And then he’s left with nothing to say, glancing back over at her and the flash of images that come to his mind weren’t a vision - not a current one, anyway, echoes of what he’d already seen surging up and he finds himself speaking without thinking, “Be careful, okay? Like, really careful. Please.”