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Clary really wasn't shocked by the fact that she ended up with the one type of roommate who constantly had some random guy or girl in bed with them all the time. With a life like Clary's that was just her bloody luck.

Today was really no different. As Clary stepped into her room after her one and only class of the day, she covered her ears as noises she really preferred not to hear 24/7 erupted behind the bedsheet stuck between their two different sides of the room. Quickly, Clary snatched up her purse, pulled on a scarf and some boots and hurried out the door of her dorm, purse swinging in her palm, and down the stairs towards the busy streets of London. She pulled her phone and her headphones out of her purse, plugging them into her phone, popping them into her ears and heading towards the Russel Square station, texting Isabelle and Maia asking which bar they were going to meet at tonight.

Sighing, she grabbed her wallet out of her purse, pulled out her oyster card, and then put her wallet back in, snapping the clasp shut and heaving it up over her shoulder, then joining the queue to get into the station.

Rubbing her hands together, she gaged her week so far: it was Friday night, her classes this week had been minimum stress, her artworks in all classes were coming along well, and she was still lonely as fuck. Of course, that really wasn't her fault since she had come from Victoria, Canada, just two months ago and had only made two friends in London so far.

As she approached the booth, she slid her card against the clicker and pushed through the machine, walking at a mediocre pace towards where the tube would pick her up, when her phone buzzed.

Isabelle: M and I are already at the Draft House, catch up you lazy oaf.! :-)

Clary smiled.

Clary: Ok, be there in 10. Save some drinks for me, would ya? ;)

Clary shook her head. Isabelle and Maia had been the highlight of her college years so far, besides the fact that her school was amazing. She had met the two of them maybe 2 weeks into the school year. Clary had been completely lost while she was trying to find the Picadilly back to her dorms, and had stumbled-literally stumbled- into a making out Maia and Isabelle while she was trying to figure out how to get the GPS on her phone to work. Maia and Isabelle had taken her home and the three of them had been extremely close ever since.

The blast of wind that always occurred right before the train pulled up brought Clary out of her thoughts and she stepped forward, tapping her fingers against the handles of her purse to the beat of her music. The train slowed to a stop, the doors of the car in front of Clary opening and a few people passing out. Clary stepped in and claimed a seat on the edge of the row, so she wasn't next to anyone, yet.

Sure, there were many perks to going to school in one of the largest cities in the world, but there were also downfalls. For example, apparently, every pretty young adult girl was tempting to a many of really and *barf* age, and especially one who looked like they were going out.

Clary pulled out her phone as the train took off and started scrolling through her messages until she reached Simon and hesitated.

Clary hadn't talked to her ex-best friend Simon Lewis ever since she got on a plane headed to London-Heathrow Airport two months ago. Simon had always liked her, and she knew that. So of course, when she told Simon she was studying in London for the final 2 years of College, Simon freaked out on her. He never supported her leaving and practically begged her to stay. All Clary could figure was that he felt that she chose school over him, which was definitely false, but this had always been Clary's dream, and Simon had known that. It was his own fault for not trusting Clary when she promised in grade school that she would end up in London going to art school.

The creepy lady's voice lit up around the car announcing that they had arrived at St. Pancreas and Clary stood up, moving in front of the doors that led people to the way out. The minute the doors opened, Clary headed up the escalators and followed all the people who were headed towards the way out as well.

Clary merged with all the busy people going about their business and took a deep breath of the wonderfully crisp polluted London air. There was nothing like it, nothing at all. She headed towards the Draft House, having walked this course almost thirty times, as the Draft House was a favorite of Maia's.

When she reached the cute pub, she pushed the doors open and immediately spotted Isabelle and Maia, starting towards them. Isabelle had three empty pints in front of her and Maia was pre-occupied with some most likely random guy.

"Am I to assume you drank all three of those and didn't actually save me any like I asked?" Clary asked, nudging Isabelle's shoulder, earning a nod from Isabelle.

"Damn, you know me too well I guess." Isabelle said, standing up. "Don't worry, I'll grab more. On me. Maia won't drink any anyways." Isabelle added, quirking her head to Maia and the guy who she was tongue wrestling with and waggled her eyebrows. Clary couldn't help but laugh at how calm Isabelle was with Maia making out with some random dude, and she would never pretend or attempt to understand their confusing relationship.

"Wow Maia," Clary started, causing a dis-helved Maia to turn her flushed face towards Clary. "I didn't even get a hello or a text. I'm starting to believe this relationship is completely one-sided." Maia grinned at her, winking, and then turning back to the guy and continuing her make-out session.

"Coming through bitches!" Isabelle slammed down four drinks and passed Clary two pints. "Drink up, love." Isabelle said, and Clary did as she was told. Isabelle, of course, was done long before Clary, but Isabelle was the drinking Queen.

"So, looks like Maia was struck with the luck tonight, eh?" Clary said, slamming down her first pint. "How does it feel to have the tables completely turned against you?" Isabelle laughed, wrapping her arm around Clary's far shoulder and pulling her closer.

"Feels like a goddamned blessing. Was getting worried I was the only person Maia fucked." Clary laughed and patted Isabelle's head, grabbing her other drink and sipping a wee bit, cringing slightly at how strong it was. "Yeah, I decided maybe you needed the hard stuff tonight," Isabelle continued, and Clary could already feel what was coming. "When was the last time you got any action, sweetheart? I mean, you come out with me and M all the time, but you never actually do anything." Clary laughed lightly.

"That is such a lie, Iz. I drink every single bloody time." Clary said, and Isabelle rubbed her shoulder. "Don't you worry about me." She re-assured, feeling warm at how much her friend cared for her. A slight cough interrupted their discussion and they both turned to see a flustered Maia.

"Holy shit, M, what was that?" Isabelle asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Iz, C, he gave me his bloody number. What the hell do I do now?!" She exclaimed, eyes wide and brown hair going out in this way and that. Clary smiled, happy for her, and Isabelle whooped.

"This is so great, M!" Clary said enthusiastically. "He seemed really great."

"Hells yes he was. Damn, now I get why you always bring random girls over Iz. Whew! I needed a drink." Maia said, grabbing Clary's half-finished drink from Clary's hand and earning a "hey!" from Clary before Maia gulped it down and all three of them were hysterically laughing.

"I'm so proud of you, babe." Isabelle said, and she was moving towards Maia, then hugging her. Clary rolled her eyes and got up to get herself another drink. "You'd better come back with three!" Came from behind her and Clary chuckled shaking her head softly.

"Three of whatever that is," She said, pointing to a drink some guy was obviously really struggling to chug. "Make all three pints, please." She supplemented, and then sat at a stool waiting.

"Pardon me," Clary heard, and she whipped her head around to find herself staring at a man browned hair man just as he pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head.