When the lights flickered a few times before plunging them into darkness, Buck could only sigh. "Okay, who turned off the lights?" Chimney deadpanned.
"I'll go get some flashlights," Buck volunteered.
"Coming with you," Tommy offered.
"You're going to disappear and leave us in the blackout to fend for ourselves," Chimney accused, glaring at them but knowing the two men couldn't see shit.
Interlacing their hands so they didn't lose track of each other, Buck and Tommy didn't dignify him with an answer, instead heading to a closet to track down flashlights. They made out in the dark for a few minutes before returning to the others.
Of course that was the moment the power turned back on.