Title: Last Night

Rating: PG

Word Count: 348

Pairing: Clary/Mattes, Team Puppy Love

Round/Fight: 1/D

Summary: Clary tries to do paperwork, Mattes interrupts, and we all see that Neal and Dom get it from somewhere. For Ren with 3 (Somehow, a part of my Superhero! AU… dunno how this happened, though.)

Apparently, Mattes' idea of an appropriate time to engage Clary Goodwin in a conversation was exactly the same time that she was counting up incident reports.

"Clary, You'll never guess what the brawl at the bar last night was about—"

Clary didn't bother to look up as she continued to jot notes on the page before her. "Let me see, money, mots, beer, the size of his nose, lazy men who never return in time to get their work don—"

Mattes cut her off, and she could hear the grin in his tone of voice. "Twas them nobles."

"A noble, this far down the hill? Mattes, you're drunk." Clary's flourish was a little bigger than necessary, but her attention was split between the paper and the Dog in front of her who couldn't seem to take a hint.

Mattes' cracked his knuckles gleefully as he insisted, "Naw, for serious. Twas one of them, 'n he was wearing a cape."

Clary sighed. "A cloak?"

"A cape, Clary, a cape," Mattes corrected her playfully. "Goodness, do they scramble your brains apurpose with all these papers? Though, we never did get a lick o sense outta him. Did claim he was a superhero, did Queenscove…"

Clary dropped the papers and forgot that she was trying to make Mattes go away. "Queenscove? Mattes, that's them that are the Crown's healers! Quit messing an get to work."

"Naw, Clary, there's no mistakin' those green eyes, and Gift to boot…"

Clary shook her head, picked up her papers, and shook her pen at her former partner. "Mattes, mayhaps you should be the one nice and safe in the Kennel at a desk and leave the Dog work to Beka, who won't dizzy up her head with the drink."

Mattes' shook his head, grinning. "Then who'd spin ye tales of mighty superheroes and magic and grand adventure, Clary? Ye'd miss me, if'n I didn't show."

He headed for the door, turning just before he left to grin once more.

Clary rolled her eyes. "I miss prompt reports and full Happy Bags! OUT, Mattes!"