"Hey, Simon?" Clary questioned as she sat down next to the vampire. He blinked for her to continue, eyeing Isabelle tackling her brother head-on.
"Yeah?" he replied absentmindedly. They were going out to dinner as celebration for Clary's eighteenth birthday, and while the group wasn't in the fanciest clothes (possibly excluded Magnus, who did that all the time anyway) they were all formidably dressed for the occasion. Except Alec. Who would never dress up for anything. And the only way to make him would probably be violent force.
"Remember when you said if you were gay you'd dress better?" Simon wrinkled his nose in a combination of annoyance and confusion.
"Yes…what does that have to do with anything?" Clary waved a hand extravagantly at Alec (or in his general direction, since she was still looking at Simon).
"Exhibit A why you're wrong,"