Hello!

Welcome to my story! This is just meant to be a cute, humorous story, so please throw in some ideas via PM's or reviews. Hope everyone enjoys! FYI, chappie's will be longer- this is just a pilot.

As usual: I do not own the mortal instruments. That belongs to Cassie. But I do own this plot. Ha.

And I plan to update once a week. If things go according to plan in my life. :)

It was a cold, stormy, and quiet night at Magnus' apartment. He'd invited Alec and the gang over; ever since defeating 'Jonathan' (for some odd reason, it seemed Sebastian fit him better), the group had had a difficult time meeting up. Besides him and Alec. God, they were together every night, if you got the innuendo.

At any rate, Magnus had been hoping for a party, with some jazzy atmosphere, maybe a little pizza, and a guaranteed trip to go shopping with Isabelle and Clary tomorrow. Isabelle was almost as good as him when it came to fashion choices, and Clary... well it was nice to help a charity case. He laughed silently to himself as he carefully applied his favorite urban decay gold eyeliner. Standing back, he admired himself in the mirror. A glittery black coat, swung over a purple turtleneck and the tightest hoochie pants he could find. Flawless. Not to mention his hair was slicked with glittery gel and his makeup was just stunning. Maybe just one more selfie for Alec...

"Magnus!"

Sighing, Magnus put his phone down and headed for the front door, opening it up to see a smiling Isabelle... who was already drunk.

"Maggie-pie! I missed you dahling," Isabelle laughed, teetering over on high heels to kiss his cheek.

"Isabelle, really? Couldn't you have gotten drunk once the party started?"

"Then?" She pouted. "But that's so long from now! Besides, I brought alcohol!" She thrust a bottle of Smirnoff into his manicured hands.

"Isabelle, this is empty." Magnus kindly led the shadow hunter to the purple leather couch, helping her sit down. "Don't you dare puke on that."

"Who's puking on what?" Alec asked from the open doorway.

"Alec! Your sister just showed up, drunk for my party."

"Why, Isabelle, why?" Alec muttered, giving Magnus a kiss.

"I love what you're wearing, blue-eyes," Magnus whispered. "That sweater looks so fine on you."

Alec blushed. "Err..."

"Oh, will you two lovebirds stop having eye sex?" Magnus and Alec turned to see Jace, holding Clary's hand.

"Please. As if you two physically undressing each other wasn't enough for my eyes." Magnus said.

"That was one time!" Jace groaned. "Why do you always have to make it such a big deal?"

"Wait, what? What-when-why-" Alec started.

"Nothing, uh, happened Alec. I think Magnus was just a bit confused," Clary said, 'accidentally' stepping on Magnus as she entered the lush apartment with Jace in tow.

Magnus scowled. "This night is turning out to be fabulous. Where's that werewolf girl? And what about Simone?"

"His name is S-I-M-O-N. And he'll be here. As for Maia... she couldn't make it," Clary said quietly. "She's having trouble dealing with Jordan being gone."

The room was silent for a second. Jordan had been in all of their hearts since his murder on Sebastian's hands, and it was a sensitive topic, even for Magnus. He'd liked the independent teen werewolf, fighting for his girl as brave as ever. Hearing about his death was just another stick to add to the fire of those Magnus would mourn.

Alec cleared his throat, possibly to lighten the tension. "Magnus, did you have any games in mind to kick off the party?"

Magnus grinned, his teeth glittering thanks to that new toothpaste. "How about a little truth or dare?"

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Jae