A/N: Alright lovelies, allow me to explain. I know I said Demon would be up to bat when I got time- and it still is! But this was some late night inspo I had to get outta my head, or it would kill me. I'll probably make it into a full story with a sequel, or leave it as a one-shot? So, in the mean time, please enjoy this little blip of what my mind created tonight. :) Reviews, Favorites, and Follows are much appreciated. Edited as of January 26th, 2015.

"God, it's gotten cold out here." I grumbled, rubbing my arms through my black leather jacket. Even with my red, hooded jacket underneath, I was still getting chills.

"Well, maybe if you had listened to me before..." Niko grumbled back, hopping on the toes of his feet to stay warm in his black hoodie with a gray skull printed on the front. Niko didn't really get cold. He just got mildly uncomfortable with the weather. His chin length black hair feathered into his bright green eyes, and I grinned. He jerked back in surprise as it poked his eye, and he twitched his neck to flick it out of the way in irritation. "When are we going in, anyways?"

"When you freeze your a** off." I joked, rolling my amber, and blue, eyes. "When the bouncer says so." I clarified.

"He doesn't look too friendly..." Niko pointed out, glancing to the burly, beefy man at the door in the -probably- frigidly thin suit.

"Neither do you." I muttered, earning a mock gasp from life-long best friend.

Niko put his hand to his chest, gaping exaggeratedly at me. "Unfriendly? Me? Oh, it's like you don't know me at all, Lex." Niko flashed his bright, slightly lopsided smile, and I smiled back. He was such a goof-off when he wanted to be.

"Next." The bald man at the door barked, ordering us forward. "How old are you two?" He sighed, as if he didn't care.

"Eighteen." I lied easily, making myself look bored as if I got asked this a lot. Niko rolled his eyes, staring up at the sign like he saw something particularly interesting about it. This was our (almost) fool-proof way to get into almost any club in Brooklyn. I had had a rough day at work, and it wasn't like my mom cared when I came home any ways.

Dad was out of the picture. He had disappeared when I turned six, ten-and-a-half years ago. Mom had fallen into an unshakable depression and was virtually useless nowadays. If it hadn't been for Niko, I'd be in a home some where with a stupid foster family that didn't really want me. When we were younger Niko had taken me to his house after my mom had just frozen up one day. He made me a sandwich, said his mom was really fond of me, and would take care of me too, then we left to hide in the library downtown till dinner. I'd never actually seen Niko's parents- ever- but how could a seven year old supply food for two kids, and enough money to keep two house house holds running, for ten years? Niko had never gotten a job, in fact he would loiter around my job while I was working, and often distract me. He'd always cover it up, saying that he was simply inquiring about the beautiful restaurant when Mrs. Fveltz got too annoyed with us.

"Whatever. Go in." The bouncer yawned, waving us past as he held up the velvet rope.

We hurried past, my biking boots making soft taps on the tile floor as we went down the hallway to the main room. As soon as we reached the door to the inside of Pandemonium, blaring music, erratically flashing neon spot lights, and a thousand smells flooded my senses. A lazy smirk spread the corner of my mouth up.

"Uh oh, I know that look." Niko chuckled. "Mommy's home, right Lex?" he nudged my arm with his elbow.

I rolled my eyes, "Sure, say it that way, and ruin my moment. Try not to get lost. I'm not having them turn on the actual lights to find your sorry behind at the end of the night, you hear me?"

"Yes, your highness." Niko scoffed, wondering off to find some poor, unlucky soul to toy with for the night.

I shook my died black, and red streaked, hair out of my eyes, my pale skin standing out against the dark colors of my outfit. I some how wove my way to the far end of the club by the raised platform, and the supply closet. It wasn't as suffocating over here, and the throng of bodies was less thick. I leaned against a concrete wall, letting the chaotic atmosphere sooth my frayed nerves, and melt away my stress. Couples were dancing so close, I could hardly tell what limb belonged to which head. Singles swung their hips back and forth, either looking for someone to dance with, or not caring. There was all manners of people here. Dyed hair, sparkle-fied eyes, glittery dresses, and sky-high heels were a regular staple in Pandemonium, though.

I'll be washing that damn glitter out of my hair for weeks... I though sourly, my gaze flickering over the mass for something a little more interesting. It landed on a fair skinned boy, with unruly platinum blonde hair, and pools of molten gold for eyes. Staring right. At. Me.

A/N: Thank you for reading that little brain tidbit! No Jace interaction yet, but I promise it's coming soon. Tell me what you thought, any kind of suggestions, ideas, or opinions are welcome. I can handle whatever you have to say, even if you hated it. I'd rather have you guys be brutally honest. :) As always, you guys are the best, I love you all, Bluemoon over, and out.