"I still don't understand why we came?" Clary asked over the loud thumping music.
Magnus rolled his eyes as he checked out the crowd, decent but not good enough. "And pray tell me what you were going to do home alone on a Saturday night?"
Every weekend was the same. Either Simon would drag Magnus and Clary to a poetry slam or Magnus taking them to a club where he would later ditch them to hook up with anything that moves. Yet, they never blamed him for it after even when Magnus would apologize for making them walk home.
Clary shook her head and followed his gaze, trying to ignore all the glitter on the boy next to her, "What's the damage?"
"Parents. The usual." Magnus rolled his eyes. He leaned back against the 'bar' as his vest fell back exposing his bare chest. "Why is there no attractive people tonight? I mean, not counting you Clarissa. You're not really my type."
"You know, I'm still standing next to you." Simon said pretending that it hurt his feelings.
"Do you want me to kiss you and make it better, Allen?"
"It's still Simon and what about those three of there?" Clary said pointing to a door that said employees only.
"What three?" The two boys said at the same time.
"Those three. In all black. The ones that look like angels."
Magnus raised an eyebrow, "Nobody is over there except that old guy. Are you-" He didn't finish his sentence when Clary interrupted him with a bloody murder scream.
"They're killing him!" She yelled and started hyperventilating.
"Clary, calm down! There's no one there." Simon tried to calm her but he was freaking out, he never seen her like this.
Magnus picked her up and tightened his grip when she started thrashing agaimst him, "She needs fresh air." They made their way outside and he gently sat her down on one of the benches. "Breath, Clarissa. Breath."
"Is she alright?" A concerned voice asked and Magnus was about to reply when he looked up. Standing there was an angel. A beautiful angel dressed in all black. Magnus' yellowish eyes caught on the angel's blue ones.
"Black hair and blue eyes..." Simon muttered. "Hey! Isn't that your type, Magnus?"
Magnus almost cursed him out when he saw the angel blushing.
"Well... M-Magnus.." He said awkwardly and Magnus' eyes shone. The angel in front of him said his name. "I hope your girlfriend feels better." He nodded and began to walk away to the other two, a girl and guy dressed in black.
"Wait!" Magnus called out and waited for the angel to turn around. "She's not my girlfriend and black hair with blue eyes is my favorite combination, angel."
The angel blushed harder and Magnus sent him a glittery wink. The angel smiled softly before disappearing in the distance with his friends.
"You just flirted with a murderer!" Clary said softly.
"A sexy looking murderer." he smirked then raised an eyebrow. "If he's a murderer at all."
"I'm pretty sure murderers don't blush like that." Simon added.
"You two are unbelievable." she groaned.
"Salmon and I are very believable." Magnus winked, the very one he gave to the mysterious angel, he hoped he would see again.