Ceres/Jareth- 4pm.
The shock of pain traveled up his arm; he tried to ignore the slight hitch of his breath. Fuck. Before his thoughts could go any further than that, the woman shoved him forward and released him. His uninjured hand immediately went to rub at his wrist and he looked over his shoulder.
"So," he said after a moment, "am I buying you a fucking beer or not?" He actually hoped that she said yes.