Chapter 1: Pandemonia?

"B-but we have school tomorrow, Iz!" Clary shouted across the room.
Isabelle, who was trying on an outfit, turned away from the mirror and raised an eyebrow at Clary.

"We've been over this, it's our last night of freedom before school starts again. There's no harm in a fun little night-out."

"We're going to this... Pandemoni-a? it sounds like a disease, Izzy"
Isabelle rolled her eyes and threw a tiny black dress at Clary.

"Try this on, and no. It's Pandemonium, the hottest club in town. Ring any bells?"
Clary groaned "I hate you, Isabelle Lightwood."

"Love you too, babe." Isabelle winked and blew a kiss at the other girl.
After Clary put on the dress that Isabelle had not so nicely tossed at her face, she stood in front of the mirror and did a little twirl.

"My butt is on display, Iz."

"That's the point." Isabelle smirked and slapped Clary's butt as she moved towards the dressing table.
Isabelle motioned Clary towards the stool and began to work her magic. She tugged on Clary's red curls,

"Let's leave this down, shall we?"

Clary mumbled her consent and Isabelle went on with her work. When she was done, Clary blinked at her reflection and her pink lips formed a small 'o'.
"You have truly outdone yourself once again Iz." Clary smiled gratefully at her best friend.

"The pleasure is all mine, doll." Isabelle smiled back as she began with her own makeup.

Clary's green eyes were framed with eyeliner and dark eye shadow that matched her black dress. The dress hugged her tightly and stopped at her thighs. Her fiery red hair had been tamed into soft and sexy curls that framed her delicate face. She never felt so beautiful.

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The strobing lights hit every corner of the large but tightly packed area, Isabelle and Clary had arrived at the Pandemonium. Sweaty bodies danced against each other, swaying to the beat of the music. Through the sea of drunken haze, Isabelle and Clary stumbled towards the bar. Isabelle neatly plopped onto the bar stool and turned to look at her friend.

"Argh! Why do they make these stools so damn tall" Clary complained.

Clary took a couple of steps backwards then made a jump and landed on the stool with a 'thump'. Isabelle primly patted Clary's head and threw her head back to laugh, "My little dwarf friend".

Isabelle headed towards the dance floor and began to sway her hips to the rhythm, earning the hungry glances of countless men. Isabelle attempted to pull Clary out of her seat but had little luck.

"No. I am not getting out of this stool right after I had such a hard time getting on," Clary yelled over the loud noise.

"Your loss, love" Isabelle giggled and waggled her finger at Clary. She spun and continued 'dancing' in the circle that her admirers had created around her.

Clary looked around the crowded club and smiled to herself, everyone was having so much fun but what was she doing all by herself sitting at a bar she asked herself. All of a sudden, she caught a glimpse of gold, but dismissed it as many blondes were dancing around in the club; but never would she have imagined that that flash of gold would be such an importance in her life.