Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Mortal Instruments. (No matter how much I wish..LOL) I own absolutely nothing from this story.

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Sitting at the table in the kitchen, Isabelle looked at Clary. It had been six months since they had returned to New York and Clary and Jace had been inseparable. Clary never left Jace's side, and Jace the same. She was way too boring. Clary needed a night out, a girls' night out!

"Clary, We're going out tonight," Isabelle said suddenly, her voice was firm and her face held a look of determination.

"Izzy, I would but Jace and I are going to-" Clary tried to say, but Isabelle interupted fast.

"I don't care what you and Jace have planned. You and me are going out for a girl's night! You two are always together and you need to get out on the town with me! Come on, Clary! It'll be fun!" She gave a really pitiful face, "Or I suppose i could go all alone..."

Clary sighed and looked at Jace.

"I don't mind. If you want to go, you should. Go have fun with Isabelle, although how much fun you could have with Izzy, I'm not sure. She'll probably have you at the mall debating if a shoe makes her look fat or not," Jace smirked, as Isabelle made a not-so-polite hand gesture at him.

"That was one time, Jace!" Isabelle said with dignity.

"So how bout it, Clary?" She gave a brilliant smile, "Pretty please, with seraph blades on top?"

Clary laughed, "Yeah, I guess I'll go. What do you have in mind?"

"Anything we want to do! Come on, I need to get you a good partying outfit!" Izzy said brightly, grabbing Clary by the arm and yanking her up the staris to her room.

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Two hours later, Clary was dressed in a short strapless purple mini dress that had a thick black belt under her chest, making her look like she actually had a chest. A bulky bracelet and black high heels completed the outfit. Clary had to admit, she did look pretty, even if the dress was a little short for her liking. Then again, when was Isabelle's outfits ever not too short for her liking?

Following Isabelle, Clary silently wondered where they were headed. They were in the middle of towns square walking on the sidewalk. Isabelle looked like she knew where she was going, so Clary didn't ask.

Ten minutes later, Clary stood in front of a club called Wild Flamingos. Neon lights illuminated the outside and loud music could be heard from outside. Two men stood guarding the door and checking IDs. This was no Pandemonium

"Isabelle, you can't be serious?" Clary asked, incredulous.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Of course not! Come on!" Isabelle said, annoyed.

"I can't go in there! I'm not 21, I'm not allowed to drink!"

"Who said you needed an ID? Trust me. I can get us in," Isabelle said with a sly smile.

Clary watched as she strutted over to the two men and whispered something to them. The one man looked to the other, who shook his head firmly. Isabelle lingered over to him and ran her hand over his aftershave, lightly caressing his cheek and whispered something in his ear. He looked unsure, but after a minute he looked around to make sure no one was watching and motioned for her to go in. Izzy turned back to Clary and motioned with one finger to follow her.

In the club, strobe lights were flashing, people were dancing close together, many people were stumbling around drunk, a DJ was playing a catchy rhythm, everyone laughing and having a fun time it seemed. Clary wasn't so sure. She didn't feel comfortable dancing with anyone but Jace, and she never drank alcohol.

"Iz, I'm not so sure about this..." she began, having to yell over the loud music.

"Oh come on Clary! We need to loosen you up!" Isabelle yelled, pulling Clary over to the bar.

"I don't drin-"

"Give her...Sex on the Beach," she told the bartender.

"What?!" Clary said, shocked.

"Hmm..you're right. You need something stronger, give us a round of shots."

"Comin right up, pretty thing," the bar tender winked and strolled off to get fix their drinks.

He came back with two shots and set them down on the bar in front of Clary and Isabelle. Isabelle picked hers up and shot it without hesitation. Clary picked hers up tenderly and looked at it for a second, then followed her actions. Her first impression was that she'd never tasted anything grosser in her life, but then it gave her a pleasant buzz that made her head feel light and warmed her from the tip of her toes all the way to the top of her head.

"Hmm...that wasn't that bad, I guess..." She admitted, sheepishly.

"See! You can have fun," Isabelle laughed, "I'm going to go dancing. Get anything you want, the tab is on me." She spotted a guy across the dance floor and started dancing toward him.

Clary ordered another drink...and another....and another....

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Auhor's note: I hope you like it. I'm working on the next chapter! I'm new at this so please review!