The party was in full swing and I hadn't had a drink yet. I got up and was half way to the makeshift bar when the doorbell rang... again.
"Seriously, do they not know how to open a door!" I was being a queen and I knew it. Turning on my beautiful silver combat boots' heels, I slowly walked over to the door. Saying high to some friends from uptown, I heard the doorbell ring again. This was getting ridiculous! Pushing past a few grumbling blondes in tight red dresses and fuck me heels that were so last season it was a tragedy, I snatched open the door.
It looked like the cast of One Life To Waste had landed on my doorstep. Staring at the small group in front of me I recognized almost instantly the short red head at the front. Clary Fray was dressed to kill in a black number that showed off her petite frame and a pair of long fairy sandals that twined up her legs and accented her pale skin perfectly. Someone had obviously dressed her. Not that Clary didn't look put together most of the time… She just didn't look like this.
"Clary what a nice surprise. To what do I owe this joyous occasion." I was purposely ignoring her friends. I seriously wanted to get back to my party and have the group of twenty-somethings out of my life, at least for the night. I was going to have fun, probably get hammered and hammer a few people, but I couldn't exactly do that with a client around.
"Oh Magnus, ugh see, I forgot my birthday and I tried to breath and focus like you but it is just isn't there. My friends and I were going to go out but I needed to get this sorted out first." She gestured behind her and I was forced to glance around at the mix matched assortment of people.
Just behind Clary and looming over her short stature was a boy with a sex head full of blond curls and a pair of golden eyes. He looked more at home on the set of Baywatch then outside my door and my mind instantly registered self-assured asshat. Move on Magnus! Quickly shifting my gaze, I spied someone I might actually get along with, other than Clary of course.
A woman with legs that went on for miles, slowly looked me up and down before meeting my eyes with a slight smirk. She had obviously dressed Clary for the occasion. What with her sky high black tuxedo pumps, which only added to her already considerable height, and her gorgeous black and blue sequined mini dress, she had an eye for fashion and a good one at that. I stuck my hand out toward her, partly to inspect her nails to see if they were up to code and partly to actually meet this badass fashion princess.
"I'm Magnus, Magnus Bane." Another smirk graced her pale face but this one with more warmth. Her almost black eyes twinkled and she took my hand with a firm grip. Her matching black and blue manicure was flawless.
"I know. I'm Isabelle Lightwood." The name tickled something in the back of my mind but I put it away when I spied the black mass of fur next to Isabelle.
I looked up at her and tried to nicely say, "No dogs allowed," But it came out in a deadpan and a flicker of anger passed behind the previously twinkling eyes. I nearly took a step back, afraid that Isabelle's fist was about to meet my face, when a beautiful voice called out from behind where Isabelle and Mr. Baywatch, as I had dubbed him, stood.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience but there are – are special circumstances." A halo of tousled black hair slowly peaked out and a face paler than Isabelle's peaked around the two. Another disgruntled whisper came from the man saying something like, "Move you two. Jace stop being such a ducking glass mole." As if he had just parted the red sea, the angel with the raven hair stepped fully in front of me, the dog staying obediently at his heel.
"It's my cat's birthday party after all darling. I'm sorry but no dogs." I was getting a little angry. Why couldn't he park the animal on the step? He wasn't going to die if the dog didn't go into my party. Clary would be gone in 5 minutes tops, what was the big deal?
"Umm, I-I'm blind. I kinda need him to see. I'm sorry I can stand outside." He slowly started to turn and I snapped my hand out to put a hand on his shoulder. A small shiver rippled through his body at the touch and I pulled my hand back just as quickly. His eyes snapped open and thinking back, I guess I should have realized he was blind. What normal person walks around with their eyes closed? What a damn shame though because the innocent pools of dark blue that unfurled from underneath long dark lashes nearly took my breath away.
Taking a better look at him, I slowly took in the long, lanky body clad in a dark grey knit sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans. Hardly anything I usually went for but there was something about this guy. Something that made me want to know him. Something that made me want to take down the walls, I had so carefully constructed since – since everything. I wouldn't, no I couldn't, think about that now, not with the vision of an angel before me.
"No, no don't go. Come in. I'm sure the Chairman isn't even here anyway. He hates parties." Stepping back from my place in the doorway I quickly jerk my hand in a "come in" gesture. I needed to get out of this situation, it was awkward. I was Magnus freaking Bane, counselor and psychologist by day and the best damn party boy Brooklyn's ever seen during the night, I didn't do awkward.
The little poise stepped through the entrance way and Isabelle pulled away from the rest of them mumbling something to the guy with the blue eyes about "looking around." A new song came over the booming sound system and I watched as Isabelle swung her way over to the bar and dance floor.
Trying to regain my cool composure, I morphed my face into its usual mask of snarky and sultry before turning to the remaining trio. "Clary darling lets go get your file and I'll mark this down. How bout I look up some different techniques we can try and I'll get back to you tomorrow?" Clary's extreme selective memory loss was the least of my concern right now and I knew I was brushing her off but I was amazing at what I did most of the time. Going above and beyond for the cause, what could one night blown off hurt?
"Oh okay. You'll call me though right?" A light blush colored her cheeks as she said, "I'll probably forget."
"Yes, yes darling of course. That is my job after all." Clary, Mr. Baywatch, and the blue eyed angel started to make their way to the front door but for some crazy reason, after taking another look at the blind guys retreating form, I called, "Hey, do you want to stay?"
Turning back around, Clary's eyes danced, whether from excitement or the lights flickering around the apartment, I couldn't tell. Nodding, her red curls flying, and glancing up at Mr. Baywatch, Clary looked like a teenager who just got their car. Mr. Baywatch sighed and smoothly reached out to grab Baby Blue, agh the name possibilities with this one, only to lead him over to the one empty chair in the room, before leaning down to place a sweet kiss on Clary's cheek and leading her off into the crowd. Now was my chance to apologize for my earlier fuck up.
Walking smoothly over and gently but forcefully telling a pair of uptown teenagers who had slipped in somehow to "Stop humping on the coach," I sat down and swung my legs up so that no one would be able to interrupt.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I'm not usually such an asshat." It wasn't enough, but a small smile broke over the mans face and a light blush crept up his cheeks. An adorable pink that just barely tinted his high cheekbones and faded back to the gorgeous crème of his skin.
"It's okay. You couldn't have known. You're not a wizard, I think. I'm Alexander by the way, but please call me Alec. Alexander makes me sound.." He trailed off as if the word was too much for his voice to hold but I picked up the conversational bone, so to speak.
"Well Alec, would you like a drink?" The light pink that had started to fade back to normal, came back with a vengeance and within seconds his cheeks were a bright red. Doubting myself, which was really out of character, I started to over compensate. "It's cool if you don't I just, I don't kn-"
"Magnus, was it?"
I barely got out my yes before Alec continued speaking. "Well Magnus, shut up. I would kill for a cherry coke right about now." The blush flared again and a nervous smile twitched at the corner of his full lips. I had to pull myself out of imagining what it would be like to kiss those lips before I stood up to go get his drink.
Coming back, I handed Alec his soda and I slowly started to sip on my Cosmo. We took up a light conversation, playing off one and another. It was easy. It made the weight on my chest that had sat there for nearly 5 years now start to lift, just a little, but it was lifting and I hadn't even known the guy for an hour.
About half an hour into our conversation, a blush rose unexpectedly in Alec's cheeks and he stuttered out something unintelligible.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry I didn't hear you."
"I asked if you could tell me what you're wearing. I – I can't see and it helps me, it helps me stay sane." The last part was barely above a whisper and with the thumping music I barely heard him across the 3 feet divide. Smiling to myself I started listing off my attire for the evening.
"I bought these gorgeous silver boots from this downtown place and I have on those. As for my shirt it's just a navy v-neck but my pants, man I love these pants, I got them last week from this amazing store called IZLW~Designs." At this a small, tinkling giggle erupted from Alec and I looked to him in confusion.
After a second round of giggling he said, "My sister owns that store and designs everything in there too. You're talking about the navy skinny jeans with the tiny crystals that look like the night sky right?"
A little taken a back all I could do was reply, "Yeah, how did you guess?"
"Isabelle tried to get me to wear them once. She said, 'Blue is so my color." He shrugged and almost on impulse I asked, "Would you like to hang out sometime?"
The blush made another appearance and my heart fell at his reply. Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Why was I being let down because some beautiful, sweet, blind guy told me no? I was Magnus freakin Bane, I didn't get let down. I needed to get my feelings in check and I tried to mask my face into careful boredom before realizing it didn't matter what my face looked like, he couldn't see it anyway.
"I- I would like that. Can it be here-I know the way and I wouldn't have to have someone with me. That is if you don't want someone with me…" He didn't get far with that because with a smug sort of satisfaction I cut him off.
"Alec shut up. How does tomorrow at five sound?"
"I'll have to be here at 5:30. My shift doesn't end till 5:15."
"Great. Perfection." We slowly feel into the easy banter before Mr. Baywatch came up behind Alec and tapped his shoulder. He was carrying an intoxicated Isabelle and Clary was trailing behind.
"Come on man, we gotta get Iz out of here before she makes a fool of herself and then the camera's will have a field day with that one."
"Alright." Alec stood up and brushed off his sweater front. The dog, which I had almost forgotten about, obediently stood up with him and Alec placed a hand on Mr. Baywatch's shoulder before turning back in my direction and mouthing, "tomorrow?"
"Yes." Baywatch and Clary looked at me for my seemingly random sentence but Alec's lips formed into a big lopsided grin and the group left without another word.
"Big thanks Magnus. What would we ever do without you Oh! Magnificent Magnus! We aren't worthy to bask in your sparkles," I was complaining but I quickly shut up when I spied the half drank Cherry Coke sitting on the arm of the chair.
Standing up and looking into the mirror on the opposite wall, carefully tugging a strand of my array of spikes into its proper place and gently cleaning up my eyeliner with my finger, I turned around and pushed myself back into the party. Somehow, even as I danced and bass pounded through my head all that consumed my thoughts were pools of blue and sweet innocent pink blushes.