"Oh come on Magnus, you have to trust someone!" Magnus swayed as he aimed his key towards the lock.
"You know what Pascal?" Magnus slurred, "I trust two things and only two things". He took a sharp swig of his whiskey and kicked his shoes off, leaning against the wall. "My instincts, an-and my WHOO" He tilted his head back and tripped against the archway to the kitchen. "Ow!" Pascal fell down laughing and banged the floor.
"AS I WAS SAYING…" Magnus huffed, "My limits" He said matter-of-factly.
After a short pause Pascal threw his arms in the air.
"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!? WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO!?" He yelled shaking them in the air.
"It just means I trust myself enough to know when I've reached my limits"
"So what," Pascal inquired taking another sip of his beer, "what about that Lightwood boy?"
"Alexander?" Magnus said incredulous, "Even if I believed that a person could be completely, utterly dependable, I'm not sure he'd be the first person I'd call in a crisis"
"Really?" Pascal questioned, suddenly serious, "Why not?"
"None of your business Pascal" Magnus sneered cheekily. He took another long swig of his whiskey and sighed. "Listen, I know my place-"
"Your place!" Pascal roared, "To hell with that! You shouldn't need to know 'your place', he should make a damn universe of a room for you! Unlimited free room service and the most expensive furniture!". Magnus shook his head with incredulity.
"I get what you mean Pass but head the fucking Ney York institute, he doesn't have the time nor resources to give me 'unlimited space' nor be dependable whenever I need him to be, I fit where I can, when I can". Magnus then finished is whiskey in one long gulp and tipped his head back with a giggle. "I need another drink!" He announced, standing up and tripping through the archway to the living room.
For a while, Magnus stood there slack jawed. Before him was the angel by the name of Alexander who had been on the other side of the wall when Magnus admitted that he didn't think Alec was dependable. Crap.