AUTHORS NOTE: So this is my FIRST Malec fanfiction I have written, and the first fanfiction I have ever PUBLISHED. This is awkward for me and I honestly hope you all like this, whoever reads it. I will add lemon in later chapters, but bare with me I am not the best with it. BTW I am sorry this is so short!

Disclaimer: I do not own Malec. I do not own the mortal instruments. I only own my own thoughts and words and such.. :)

"Alec! Get up and put on your skinnies! We're going clubbing!" I heard my sister yell from just outside my door.
I sighed, not taking my eyes off the history book infront of me.
"You hear me?" I heard her yell, banging on my door.
"Yes dearest sister, but sadly I shall not be attending tonight. I am reading-" I didn't get to finish as Isabelle nearly kicked my door down.
"Hurry up. You have 20 minutes!" She yelled, her tone containing a death threat if I didn't comply with her demand.
I closed my book and huffed, shoving my middle finger at the door. I knew Izzy couldn't see it but I didn't care. I was pretty sure my silence implied enough. I left my bed and threw on nicer clothes than the jeans and sweater that had holes and stains on them I was wearing previously. I didn't like these jeans. The only thing I did like about them was that they were black. Izzy had picked them out and they were ball crushers. I adjusted myself as best I could, a sigh escaping me as I shrugged and gave up. Whatever made my sister happy. I looked at myself in the mirror, pushing back my dark hair.
"The things I do for my sister.." I sighed to myself.

I threw a black v-neck on and grabbed my cell phone before shoving my arms through my black leather jacket and putting on my black boots. No doubt I would be the designated driver so I grabbed my keys on the way out of my room. I met up with Izzy and Jace at the front of the house and Izzy took one look at me before saying tsking me.
"Leave your keys, I called a cab" She smiled.
"Why? I'll just drive, it's not like I am going to get drunk." I laughed but Jace and Isabelle just stared at me.
It was 20 minutes later when I realized that, Yes. I was going to get drunk. Jace and Izzy were shoving drinks down my throat faster than they could order them. I drank them willingly because who knows what these two would do to me if I said no. It was my 7th drink when Jace ordered Vodka shots. I looked at him, my eyes bugging out of my head.

"Are you crazy?! What are you trying to do?!" I yelled at him.
"Trying to get drunk enough to where I wont remember what happened tonight!" Jace yelled back, yelling just over the music so I could hear him.
I shook my head in disbelief as a waitress walked over to us, a round tray of shots filled to the top. I gulped, watching as they were lined infront of us.
"Hey! Lets race to make it interesting!" Izzy cheered.
"Great idea Izzy!" Jace hollered.
I sighed and prepared myself, eyeing the first shot I was being forced to down. Jace had asked the waitress, who was pretty and blonde and was obviously swooning over Jace, to start us off. She had said "ready, set, go!" then walked off to tend to another customer. Jace was downing shots one after the other, Izzy twice his speed, and I was taking my time to swallow each one, hoping none would drip down my chin as it did with Jace. Before long, the glasses were on their tops, all empty, not a drop of vodka spared. Jace and Izzy were fine, while I myself was swaying here and there and not able to form a coherent sentence.

"I think he's ready Jace." I heard Isabelle slurr, and I watched as Jace grabbed my arm and pulled me from the table, throwing me into the mass of dancing bodies in the middle of the club.

I was suddenly disoriented, I didn't know which way was right and my drunken state was not helping. I doubt I could have found my way out of this crowd even if I was sober. Instincts took over and I found myself mimicking others, swaying left, sliding right. I wasn't the best of dancers, but I was just trying to blend in so that I could get out of here. I occasionally glanced up from my feet to find I had been previously grinding on a guy, my cheeks flushing a deep red and a slew of apologies pouring out of my mouth before gliding deeper into the endless crowd of dancing bodies, not waiting to hear any comment. I didn't even get a good look at him before he was out of my sight and I felt a little less embrassed. I couldn't place the song that was playing, some deep bass sounding crap kids listened to these days. A remix of a shit pop song maybe? I danced to it anyway, danced my way out of the crowd and to the bathroom door. I shoved it open and slammed it shut, locking myself in a stall to calm down my breathing. I was drunk, I needed to get a hold of myself, what was wrong with me?! I slowly calmed down and left the stall to splash water on my face, feeling myself sober just a tad. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, blinking my eyes which looked like they were tearing up.
"So you got out alive?" I heard a voice say behind and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

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