"Come on, Viv, it'll be fun. We've had a shit week, let's kick up our heels a bit." Zed was dragging his somewhat-reluctant fellow Turk to a newly opened axe-throwing bar, to "let off some steam", as he put it.
The venue was surprisingly brightly lit - probably a good thing, considering the type of weapons they would be throwing. "I know, it's axes, not knives, but this should be right up your alley, babe," Zed smirked, hauling a bucket of axes over to their station. The rather tall Turk hadn't accounted for the low beam hanging from the ceiling - his head smacked it full force, and a wayward axe fell out of his bucket, falling to the ground.
He heard a small yelp from Viv, and blanched. Zed glanced down and saw the Turk rubbing her leg and scowling up at him.
"Oh, shit....oh shit.....what....what the fuck happened?"