Hi again! I'm Jade.
So this is chapter 2. I hope you like it!
"I got you a job," said Jocelyn, taking a sip of water out of her aluminum cup.
"You did?" Said Clary, who was sitting across her mother in their tiny apartment. "What job?"
"Working at Pandemonium."
Clary raised her eyebrows. "The nightclub?"
"Yes," Jocelyn brushed back a stray red curl from her forehead. "My client owns it, and she needs some extra help."
The thought of working at Pandemonium seemed foreign, but exciting to Clary at the same time. She thought of the cute bartender, then pushed the thought away.
"Okay, I can do it."
"It is, however a late night job," Jocelyn continued.
Clary shrugged. "That's fine." It's not like Clary went to bed very early anyway.
"... Like, two AM late."
Clary's eyes widened. "Oh… That's okay, I guess."
Jocelyn smiled. "Your such a good sport."
"What are you making her do this time?" Asked Luke, opening the front door.
"Luke!" Jocelyn jumped up from her chair, ran to him, and threw her arms around him.
"Careful. I'm dirty," he laughed. It was true, he had what looked like a thin layer of dirt over his skin- as all the miners did when they returned from work.
"I don't care," said Jocelyn, kissing him.
Clary rolled her eyes fondly.
"Hey Clary," he said.
"Hi Dad. How was work?"
He shrugged. "Nothing interesting happened, really. How was your day?"
"Good. Mom got me a job at Pandemonium."
Luke nodded. "Cool... Am I supposed to know what that is?"
Clary giggled.
"My client's business," Jocelyn explained.
"Ah," Luke nodded. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I should get clean," he kissed Jocelyn briefly on the lips. "I'll see you in a little bit."
Jace pulled off his t-shirt- which he'd spilled rum on while trying to impress a girl. He dug through his drawer. The only shirt left was a gray T-shirt that was slightly too tight on him. He- like most others in Ithuriel- had very few items of clothes. Only four shirts and three pairs of pants. He picked it up and pulled it over his head as he left his room.
He saw a girl come up the stairs as he left his and Alec's room. "Sorry, you can't be up here."
The girl turned to see him.
"You," it was the red headed girl from yesterday- was her name Claire?
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I'm looking for Maryse Lightwood."
Jace frowned. "... Why are you looking for Maryse?"
"Oh," Maryse came down the hall from behind him. "You must be Clary. You look just like your mother," she smiled.
"That's right," said Clary. "You're Maryse Lightwood?"
Maryse nodded. She looked at Jace. "Jace, this is Clary. She's here to help out around the club for awhile."
Jace raised an eyebrow and looked back at her. "I didn't know that."
"I needed an extra pair of hands," said Maryse. "Could you get Alec to take over for me and Clary can cover for Alec at the bar? She'll need a little training, of course."
Jace remembered the previous day when Clary had said she'd known nothing about alcohol. "Alright. I can do that."
Maryse smiled. "Thank you so much for coming to help, Clary. You're a real saint."
Clary smiled. "Happy to help."
Clary followed Jace back downstairs and through the crowd to the bar.
"This is where the magic happens," Jace said jokingly.
Clary smiled. "Um... I don't know much about making drinks," she admitted.
"Don't worry," he said, the corner of his lips curving upward slightly. "I'll teach you."
A boy who was working in the bar with black hair came up to them, frowning. "Jace, you can't bring people back here."
"She's new help," said Jace. "Maryse hired her. Maryse is also resting, and has requested that you take over for her."
Alec let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine."
"Hey, at least she's resting now," said a girl with black hair. "Welcome New Girl."
"Isabelle, this is Clary," said Jace. "Clary, these two are Isabelle and Alec."
Alec grumbled and left the bar.
Isabelle gave a little wave. "Hi." Isabelle was gorgeous. She had long ink black hair and charcoal eyes, and Clary noticed several guys at the bar staring at her; their hungry eyes looking from her exposed collar bone to her boots.
"Isabelle, customers," said Jace. "I've got training to do,"
Isabelle rolled her eyes and got back to work.
Jace gave Clary an amused smile. Clary told herself she didn't find it attractive, but she knew she was lying to herself.
Valentine's Journal
May 3, 2437
I've met the most remarkable woman. Her name is Celine Montclaire.
Celine is a lovely blonde woman with beautiful eyes, and she follows me everywhere. It hasn't been long since I've last written, but we've already been together.
August 17, 2437
Celine is pregnant. I'm going to be a father. I hope it's a boy.
May 30, 2438
My son is born. His name is Jonathan Christopher.
July 23, 2438
Celine is pregnant again. I'm very happy.
April 14, 2439
Celine had the baby. We called him Jace.
May 2, 2439
Jace isn't mine. Celine has cheated on me. She was with a man named Stephen Herondale, and I think I will kill him.
May 6, 2439
Stephen Herondale is dead.
June 1, 2439
Celine Montclaire is dead. Jace is no where to be found. He's gone.
July 13, 2439
I've met a new woman. Her name is Jocelyn Fairchild. She has red curly hair, freckles and green eyes. She's beautiful.
October 20, 2439
Jocelyn is pregnant. I'm so blessed.
I think I may be in love with her.
Jonathan's father, Valentine Morgenstern died April sixteenth, twenty-four-thirty-nine, so Hodge had told him. He also said that Jocelyn disappeared right after that with his half-sister.
After Valentine had died, Hodge took him in and raised him. He was to become the Circle's leader once he was twenty, but he wasn't looking forward to that day. He didn't like being in a gang; hurting and killing people. The only reason he stayed was because he no where else to go.
That's why he was secretly looking for his other half siblings; he wanted to have family he could go to. He read and reread Valentine's journal to try and get clues to finding them.
"Jonathan, aren't you going home?" Asked Jordan, walking over to where Jonathan was sitting on the ground.
"Yeah," said Jonathan, hiding his father's journal in the pocket of his leather jacket. "I'm going now."
Jordan offered his hand and helped Jonathan up.
Jordan smiled. "Well, Sebastian, Jon and I were going to go to that nightclub, Pandemonium, and pick up some chicks. You in?"
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "What, you're not going to the prostitutes this time?"
Jordan laughed. "That was one time. Are you going to hold that over my head forever?"
"Probably," said Jonathan, suddenly thinking of leaving again. He really could be there forever if he didn't find his siblings.
His smile faded slightly, but Jordan didn't notice; he was busy trying to light his cigarette with the candle-lit lantern hanging from the wall.
"Sure," Jonathan said finally. "Why not."
Jordan had managed to light the cigarette, and was now puffing out a breath full of smoke. He grinned. "Excellent. I'll tell the others."
When they got to Pandemonium, Jonathan went straight to the bar. The other three followed him and sat around him.
Jonathan noticed a few people walked away from them. They knew from their leather jackets that they were dangerous. Jonathan winced. It was lonely being feared. Maybe- just once- he'd go out alone with no jacket and see what it was like...
"What can I get you?" Said a short red headed girl from behind the bar. She looked a little young to be working at a bar.
"Brandy Collins," he said.
The girl nodded. She turned to the other bartender. "Hey Jace, what's in a Brady Collins?"
Jonathan's eyes widened. What kind of bartender didn't know how to make drinks? She must be new.
The other bartender- Jace chuckled. "Brandy, lemon juice, sugar and club soda," he said to her.
She nodded and took out a glass, a bottle of brandy, sugar, a bottle of fizzy water and lime juice.
"Lemon," said Jace, laughing.
The girl blushed and switched the lime juice out with lemon.
The corner of Jonathan's lip curled up. This girl was quite obviously new to bartending.
"Now, put in one and a half ounces of brandy," said Jace.
She measured out the brandy and put it into the glass.
"Add one ounce of lemon juice."
She did.
"Now, one teaspoon of sugar and mix it."
She stirred it in the glass.
"Add the club soda, and you're done."
She did and set it in front of Jonathan. "One Brandy Collin."
Jonathan snorted. "Thanks."
"That's Collins," Jace chuckled.
The girl blushed.
"Aren't you going to charge me?" Jonathan teased, making her blush more.
"Uh," she shut her eyes for a second, as if trying to remember something.
"All drinks are one copper, Clary," said Jace.
Her eyes flew open. "Right! One copper please."
Jonathan chuckled and handed her two.
"One," she said.
"I know. That's a tip."
the girl- Clary blushed again.
"You can keep tips," said the other bartender.
She nodded.
Jonathan took a sip of his drink. It was good.
Jonathan glanced over at his companions; they were watching the situation, amused.
"You guys go dance," said Jonathan.
"You sure?" Said Jon.
"Yes. Go."
The three obviously wanted to, but wouldn't do anything without Jonathan's say so. They got up and went into the crowd of dancing people.
Jonathan looked back at the red headed bartender he'd forgotten the name of as she struggled to make another drink. He chuckled. What an interesting girl, he thought.
Simon knocked on Clary's front door. There was no answer. He knocked again, but still nothing. He knelt down to the doormat and took out the key from beneath it.
"Clary?" He called once he entered. "Clary are you home?"
He walked through Clary's small apartment, and opened her room door. "Clary?
Clary was sleeping in her small bed under her ratty wool blanket.
"Clary, it's one PM. Why are you still sleeping?"
Clary stirred and looked over at him. Her messy hair was in two red braids. "Simon?"
"You were supposed to meet me for at my house, remember?"
Clary yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Right. Did I sleep passed nine?"
"It's one right now, Clary."
Clary's eyes widened. "ONE?!" She sat up rapidly.
"How are you still asleep?" Simon chuckled, walking over to her bed and sitting beside her. At her proximity, his heart sped up.
"Um," Clary stood up and stretched. "I was up late last night... Drawing."
Simon snorted. "How late?"
"Like... Three?"
Simon whistled. "What were you drawing?"
"Um... It's private," Clary looked down and blushed.
Simon stood up, wondering what she was drawing. "Oh, I brought something for you," he reached into his canvas messenger bag and pulled out a small sack of herbs from his family's shop. "It's comfrey, on the house."
"Oh," Clary smiled. "Thanks, Simon," she took the bag and looked into it, her eyes widening slightly. "Simon, this is a lot, are you sure I don't have to pay for it?" She looked back up at him.
Clary looked beautiful, even first thing in the morning, when she was in her pajamas and her hair was a mess.
"I'm sure," he said.
So the money system is three different types of coins; gold coins (which is like $100), silver coins (which is like $10) and copper coins, which they call "coppers" (worth $1). In Ithuriel, most people only carry around about 10 coppers, for spending and avoiding being big mugging targets.
Any other questions about this world? I will answer all PMs and try to answer all reviews.
