A/N- A random one-shot. Felt like they MI crew needed a bit more fun in their lives. Let's just pretend they're all over the drinking age (its 18 over here in Australia). Enjoy.

Disclaimer- Thank You Cass Clare, 3OH!3, Imogen Heap, The Knack and 3 Doors Down.

JPOV

It'll be fun, she said.

I'll keep you entertained if things get boring, she said.

Clary couldn't have been more right.

*****

The music blared in the large room and echoed through my ears and the smell of sweat and alcohol hung in the air. Clubs weren't the on the top of his list of things to do on Saturday night.

But, what the heck, Clary was excited. She hadn't gone out since that fateful time at Pandemonium. And we had been back from Idris for about a year and a half now.

Normally, Clary would have been back at school by now.

But then again she wasn't a mundane any more.

After consulting with her mother, she decided she would stay here at the Institute to train as one of the Nephilim.

But more importantly, she was here with me 24/7.

We had been training hard all week, so on the spur of the moment, Isabelle had burst into my room announcing that we were going out tonight to a club a few blocks away called Insanity's Decoy. And as usual, I argued against it and lost.

Alec and I were waiting downstairs (Magnus was meeting us at the club) half an hour later, waiting for the girl's to finally emerge from Izzy's bedroom- or as Clary liked to call it, 'her own personal torture chamber'. But nobody could argue how beautiful she looked when she came out of it.

Izzy came down first and ordered me to turn around. I rolled my eyes but complied nonetheless.

A few moments later, a small pair of hands covered my eyes from behind. I knew who it was before she spoke.

'Guess who,' Clary whispered, laughing in my ear. I turned around to face her, not before i saw Alec's face; she must have looked stunning otherwise he wouldn't be gawking so much.

Yet there was every reason to stare.

Clary was wearing a black halter neck dress that bubbled out at her thighs that made her look a few inches taller but maybe that's because she was wearing heels.

She looked beautiful.

Isabelle snapped her fingers in front of my face. 'Hello? Jace? We're leaving. Like now.'

I nodded, not comprehending a word she said and moved to towards Clary. I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked down at her. She may have heels on, but she still wasn't as tall as me.

'Well Clarissa, I think I'm not the only who's going to have eyes for you tonight.'

She blushed. 'I swear Izzy's done something illegal to get me to look this good.'

I shook my head. 'That's a lie and you know it; you're always beautiful.'

She reached and pressed her lips to mine quickly.

'C'mon, we're going to be the death of Isabelle otherwise.'

I smiled, took her hand and we raced out after the others.

*****

And that's how I got to be standing here amidst the crowd of swaying bodies and coloured lights.

Pretty soon after we arrived, Alec met up with Magnus and Izzy was snavelled up to dance by a guy with green streaks throughout his blonde hair which left Clary and I standing there between the mass moving to the music and the people lined up at the bar.

'You wanna get a drink?' I asked Clary. She nodded and I led her to the bar.

Three drinks later, Clary led me out to the so called "dancing" mob, put my hands on her waist and started to sway with the crowd.

It went on like this for a couple hours: A drink or two then we'd join the crowd only to head back to the bar for a break. At one point, we had a round of shots with Alec and Magnus however we hadn't seen Izzy all night.

The only kick I was getting out of tonight though was watching Clary more drunk by the hour.

This I hadn't seen before but it was downright hilarious - especially on the trip home.

Since the club was only a few streets away from the Institute, we had decided to walk there and back. We called Isabelle to tell her we were leaving and to meet us out the front.

As we stood out there waiting, Clary put her iPod in her ears; bored and trying to ignore how cold it was.

Yet being drunk makes you do stupid things.

Once Izzy had stumbled out of the club, sweaty and a little heady, we started walking back to the Institute. Clary had left her earphones in, and even though it wasn't loud, we soon heard what she was listening to.

'I'M HERE WITHOUT YOU, BABY, BUT YOU'RE STILL ON MY LONELY MIND. I THINK ABOUT YOU, BABY, AND DREAM ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME.'

Clary was off: dancing while walking forward, swinging her hips and her red hair around. I grasped her hand, hoping to stable her so she wouldn't fall over.

'I know you do, but you better pipe down before Russia hears about it,' I whispered in her ear. Yet my words fell on deaf ears...well, more preoccupied ones.

'HERE'S THE DAY YOU HOPED WOULD NEVER COME. DON'T FEED ME VIOLINS; JUST RUN WITH ME THROUGH ROWS OF SPEEDING CARS...'

'Hmm, I reckon we should try that one day,' I mused.

Pretty soon, a new song started.

'SHE WANTS TO TOUCH ME, WOOOH, SHE WANTS TO LOVE ME, WOOOH, SHE'LL NEVER LEAVE ME, WOOOH WOOOH OH OH...'

Izzy burst out laughing. I even had to hide a chuckle. I'm sure Alec would have been laughing to if he wasn't being preoccupied with Magnus and his sparkling attire.

"OOH MY PRETTY LITTLE ONE, PRETTY ONE; WHEN YOU GONNA GUVE ME SOME TIME, SHARONA? OOH YOU MAKE MY MOTOR RUN, MY MOTOR RUN. GUN IT COMIN' OFF THE LINE SHARONA! NEVER GONNA STOP, GIVE IT UP, SUCH A DIRTY MIND, I ALWAYS GET IT UP, FOR THE TOUCH, OF THEYOUNGER KIND, MY-MY-MY-MI-AY-AH-! M-M-M-MY SHARONA!!"

'Okay, I'm confiscating your iPod now, Clary, before you embarrass yourself further,' I said, reaching over, pulling the buds out of her ears and the iPod out of her left hand and placing it in one of the inner pockets of my jacket.

'Remind me to tell you to get Clary drunk more often- she's a riot,' Izzy said, giggling as we entered the Institute's lower level.

'Wow!' Clary said rather loudly, her face looking mesmerised, 'This church has great acoustics! ECHO....'

And echo her voice did, loudly, through the rows of pews. Izzy pressed the button for the elevator.

Just before we could all pile in, Clary's eyes fluttered to a close and fell to the floor- she had passed out.

''Bout time,' Isabelle muttered.

I shook my head and bent down to pick the limp Clary up off the cold marble.

Poor Clary. She was going to have one massive headache in the morning.