There may be sensitive subjects in this story, don't hate on me for it. There's a reason why I rated it an M, other than possible sex scenes. My Clary is OOC and a little on the dark side, but some of the things she does are taken from a real life case study that I had researched for my psych class when I was in college. When I was going to write this story it was going to be for OC's but Jace & Clary kept popping up in my head telling me it needed to be about them...so here you have it.
The usual: Jace, Clary, other TMI characters and references do not belong to me, though I wish they did. I am happy to state that they only belong to the incomparable Cassandra Clare.
~*Jace*~
Sitting at the bar I let my head fall back as I let the loud music pound into my head and the sweet smell of the fog machines permeate my senses, allowing me to forget all of the other crap in my life. It's why I come to Pandemonium night after night. Sure there were plenty of all ages clubs and even not all-ages clubs where you could easily get away with using a fake id to get your drinks, but this place is different in one respect.
Once you walk through the doors here, you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. And that's all I ever want to do. Leave the person everyone knows me as at the door. I know everyone thinks it's great to be the most popular guy in the school...the best football player...the guy with all the girls. But it's all a lie. I never wanted to be any of those things, I only did them because they were expected of me, and I'm far too afraid of 'disappointing' my adoptive parents and having them decide they don't want me around anymore. Even this...being here, getting trashed like I do so often, is bordering on the edge of their tolerance.
Luckily they had made an agreement with me, knowing that I'd just continue anyway, that if I were to come out and get drunk, that I wouldn't get behind the wheel and drive. I'd either text them letting them know I was staying over at "a friends", walk home, get a cab, or call them to come get me. They definitely don't like it, and are pretty much forcing me to go to therapy thinking that it will 'fix' whatever is wrong with me. They just don't get it. There isn't anything in this world that could fix me...I'm just broken, and I'm okay with that.
Soon though, all the stress of having to live up to their standards will be over. In 7 months I'll be 18 and all the money that was left in trust to me at the time of my parents death will finally be released to me, and two short months after that I'll graduate high school. I have the option to go to college pretty much anywhere, with football scholarships being thrown at me left and right, and grades that are getting some of the ivy leagues interested but I won't be going. I haven't decided exactly what I'm going to be doing, maybe traveling the world...or even just the country. Maybe I'll just buy an RV and travel around from place to place, finally getting to be by myself and not have to answer to anyone else, not have to...
I'm brought out of my musings abruptly by someone knocking into me and partly spilling my drink on the beer in front of me. When I turn to my left to see who it is, all I can see is a mop of curly red hair splayed over the back of a girl who has just flopped herself on the bar, head rested on her crossed arms in front of her. She's so tiny she looks like she doesn't belong in here, even if it is an all ages club. Surely they have some minimum age limit, right?
I lean over and gently nudge her with my elbow "You alright there, Red?"
Her head shoots up and she turns to look at me, a growing smirk on her face as she looks me up and down. "Fabulous, just fucking fabulous" she replies, turning back to the bar and leaning over it, snapping her fingers to get the bartenders attention.
I can't help but notice how insanely beautiful she is. Her emerald green eyes just completely pop, sucking you right into them, and her perfectly smooth creamy skin is dusted with the most adorable freckles across her nose and the tops of her cheeks. I can't resist checking the rest of her out. She's wearing an off white lace see through top with a black bra on underneath it, and a tight as hell black leather skirt that comes to her mid thigh, just showing off enough skin between the hem and her knee high boots to completely turn me on. Oh no, this girl isn't going anywhere. For tonight, this one is mine.
~*Clary*~
Impressive. Not even five minutes into being here and I've already met my mark. Apparently what I've heard about this place since I moved back here a few weeks ago was completely accurate. The guys here are hot..but this one standing next to me, not even trying to hide the fact that he's checking me out, he's so unbelievably hot that it's almost cruel for one person to look so good. His gold hair that falls around his ears and unusual amber eyes make him look like an angel. And from the looks of it, I've already got him on the hook. I'll be getting what I came here for in no time at all. But first...I must get myself sufficiently inebriated.
Finally I get the bartenders attention and he slides over in front of me, eyes fixed on my cleavage as he asks "what can I get you darlin'?' with way too much of a southern accent to actually be from New York. It's cute really, he's cute, but I'm not interested in using him for anything more than some possibly free alcohol and a way to get Goldie over here to make a move.
"What's your name?" I yell at him over the music.
"Chris, what's yours?" he yells back, but I just smile and shake my head "need to know only, honey" I reply.
He nods his head and I lean even further over the bar, reaching behind his neck to pull him closer to me as whisper in his ear "be a doll and get me two starry nights please" before pulling back and giving him a coy smile.
Chris finished up making my shots and slid them across the bar, "how much do I owe you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"For you? On the house." He smiled and looked like he was about to say something else but his attention was drawn away by someone at the other end of the bar. But before he walked away he grabbed a pack of matches from the fishbowl from the shelf behind him, opened it up, and scrawled something on it with the pen that had been nested behind his ear.
He turned and leaned over the counter, placing the matchbook in my hand and closing my fingers. "Call me sometime gorgeous" he said, winking and then walking away to tend to the other customers.
Goldie, who I know had been observing the interaction, slid his hand across my lower back causing an electric chill to run up my spine as his fingers grazed the exposed skin between my top and my skirt. The sensation felt so good, almost too good, and I forced myself to write it off as my overactive imagination getting the best of me.
I downed my first shot, and went to grab my second but it was snatched up before I could get my hand on it. Mouth agape, I looked over to Goldie who now had it in his free hand and was staring at it with a confused look on his face. Raising my brows at him I smirked "something I can help you with Goldie?"
He looked over at me, setting the shot back down in front of me, where I quickly picked it up and slammed it back.
"Yeah, what kind of shot is that, I've never seen one that looked like that before. It looks like tar with a bunch of metal floating in it...you sure it's safe to drink?"
I laughed, and when I looked at him there was a huge smile on his face in response, showing off what I can only assume is his only imperfection...a slightly chipped front tooth. Somehow, that made him only more attractive.
"Yes, it's safe...as long as you want to get wasted. It's a starry night."
"A starry night? What's in it?" he asked quirking a brow at me.
"Half Goldschlager, half Jagermeister"
"You have a thing for Germans?" the smirk on his face was irritatingly adorable.
Ahh, so he thinks he's funny. "No, but I do have a thing for Fire Twizzlers which got discontinued, so this is as close as I can get" I gestured to the empty shot glasses flipped upside down on the bar. He motioned for Chris to come back over.
"Yeah man, what can I get you?" Chris said, stepping in front of us, glancing at me briefly before he turned a glare on Goldie. I noticed immediately that his charming southern accent was missing, making me laugh. Is there anyone who doesn't pretend to be someone that they're not? In that moment it occurred to me that Goldie still had his arm around me and was casually pulling me closer to him. Well, that would explain the Chris reaction, not surprising since based on looks alone, he wouldn't stand a chance against the one next to me. Not that I'm a shallow person, but I'm not exactly here looking for some epic romance either, so for now...good looks wins out.
"Uh, yeah, can you get me and my girl here two more each of these, what were they...oh, starry nights"
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his lie as I stared him down "I'm not your girl, Goldie".
He pulled his arm up to rest around my shoulder, brushing my hair to my back as he did and then leaned in and kissed my neck lightly just before pulling back, once again, the chill was back...but it wasn't really a chill, it was something else that I couldn't really place.
"No, you're not...but I was here a while before you got here so I knew the country boy thing was a crock of shit when he was talking to you, figured you deserve better than that...thought I could get him to back off if he thought you were."
"Oh" was the only response I could come up with. I mean, what the hell was I supposed to say to that? He thinks I deserve better? Well he sure as hell doesn't know me, because if he did he wouldn't think that. I just stared at him, trying to get some kind of take on what kind of person he is. If he's just saying it to be nice, or to get in my pants...err..skirt, not that it matters since that's what I'm here for anyhow.
Goldie pushed two of the shots in front of me, and lined up the other two in front of him before looking over at me and smirking once again. By the angel, that smirk could make a girl melt. And those eyes, they're just so damn beautiful. Such a clear amber color that light up and look like they're sparkling under the flashing lights...and crap, I'm still staring at him.
He casually picks up one of the shots, placing it in my hand while taking one for himself.
"I know I'm gorgeous, Red, but if you keep staring you're going to give me a complex."
"Ha!" I laughed at that "from the sounds of it, you already have one"
"If you say so...toast?" he said, shaking his head as he lifted his glass towards me and I quirked a brow at him.
A toast? A little out of place, but sure why not. "Alright, you go first" I smiled, lifting my glass near his.
He closed his eyes for just a moment, before opening them and looking straight into my eyes, the intensity of which made me step back slightly.
"To...being yourself" he let out a deep breath. Interesting choice.
I wavered back and forth on just what I wanted to toast. I wasn't sure I wanted to really go deep with it, but he seemed to be rather serious about his own, so I figure it's only fair for me to do the same.
"To forgetting" I close my eyes and clink my glass against his before slamming back the shot. My eyes open and I move my hand to wipe away the little bit that's about to drip from my lip. Before I can even react though, Goldie is gripping his hand around the back of my neck and crashing his lips down on mine.
This is my first TMI fic that I'm posting. Hopefully you all will love it as much as I am loving writing it.
My normal upload schedule will be to upload 1 chapter per week, likely on Friday or Saturday, depending on when I can get a babysitter for my kids and get over to the library. BUT, if I get some decent reviews today and tomorrow then I will upload Ch. 2 on Monday. It's already written, just needs to be edited and posted...and let's just say it's rather lemony. Fair trade off right? Reviews will get you 2 chapters uploaded next week ;)
Please feel free to pm me if you have any questions or need something clarified.
~Sabrina