Hey!

I'm really sorry about a little error on my last chapter; it was Isabelle's nails what were glittery, not Jordan's!x

Hope that cleaned up any confusion,

Hannah xxx

Jordan's mouth hung open, but even so, he got up and let Izzy, Maia and Clary escort him into the bathroom; Isabelle cackling like the wicked witch of the west. Jace smiled and clapped his hands together; Jordan was going to look a mess alright.

Minutes later, Clary opened the bathroom door and walked out, glitter pressed against her nails and a fierce flush adorning her cheeks. Then came Maia, Isabelle, and a rather glammed up Jordan. Simon started hooting, his mouth wide and gaping. Magnus and Alec were in pieces, and Jace, well jace had left the room and was walking around in circles, tears of laughter crossing his face in trails.

The girls had plastered him in pale, greasy foundation and thickly applied concealer and a bright pink blusher; his lips were tacky with glossy red lipgloss and eyebrows twisted and smudged with black eyebrow pencil. Isabelle had expertly stuck on fluttering fake eyelashes and liquid eyeliner; bright blue, glittery eyeshadow and brow bone highlighter making him look like a drag queen.

"Oh my" Magnus cooed in a strangled babble of laughter.

"Looking hot, Dude!" Simon roared as Isabelle; one hand on Jordan's arm, Maia and Clary tugged him out of the front door and outside the doors of Magnus' apartment. They pushed Jordan down the steps, Clary filming on her mobile phone, and watched as he started to parade up and down the almost deserted street. Clary's hands shook with giggles as a woman; her long, blonde hair piled up on top of her head in a bun, stopped and stared as Jordan began to strut, his hands finding his hips and pulling a very suggestive pose. When he finished, they all raced back inside and collapsed in a fit of coughs and hissing chuckles.

"Ok, I really need to take this stuff off". Isabelle handed Jordan a packet of make up wipes and sat back down; her hand resting against her forehead.

After Jordan returned with a clean face, they started the game again.

"Alright. Izzy, truth or dare?"

Izzy smiled. "Dare, Jordania".

"Pardon?"

"I've decided that's your girl name now".

"Alrighty then. Ok, I dare you too swap clothes with Clary. Including underwear".

"Jordan, you perv".

"What? I just wanted to see what they looked like in each other's clothes".

Clary turned a blazing red, but followed a heeled Izzy into the bathroom. Jace heard a couple of quiet mumbles; a few zips being pulled down, and a fierce yell.

"Jesus Izzy! How much lace do you want!" Maia chucked and Jace smiled; Clary in lace, His Clary in lace.

"Izzy, Clary! Are you done!" The door slowly opened, and out came Izzy; Clary's plain blouse ending just under her belly button and ripped jeans low on her skinny hips. But still, she managed to pull the look off. Simon wondered if she could dress like that sometimes, not that he didn't like her sexy, slinky clothes (he actually loved them), but it would be nice if she was a little more relaxed and casual.

When Clary walked out, Jace almost fainted. Izzy's short, red tank top ended at the bottom of Clary's waist, showing off a small sliver of smooth, porcelain skin. Tight leather trousers and Izzy's trademark boots adorned her short, toned legs and a tiny bit of lace panty could be seen if you squinted your eyes and concentrated. She looked beautiful, but not that she didn't usually.

"Wow. Wow. OHMYGOSH Clary, you look incredible!" Magnus whipped out his iphone and snapped a picture; Clary winced at the flash and quickly sat back down on the floor, Jace's arm finding her waist .

"You look gorgeous" he whispered in her ear, she smiled softly and tucked her head into the crook of Jace's neck, loving the feeling of his skin against hers.

"This is so being posted on my twitter" Magnus chortled. Clary groaned, but Izzy shot her a glare, softer than normal, but still.

"Ok, Izzy your turn". Izzy looked around the circle and met the cool gaze of Jace's golden eyes.

"Jace, truth or dare, big brother". Jace smirked, his fingers fumbled together with Clary's in a tight knot.

"Truth".

"Pussy" Jordan declared.

"I'm not a pussy".

"Yeah you are".

"Am not".

"Am too".

"Am not, Poodle".

"Am too, Shadowhunter Faghead".

"Am not you litt..."

"OK SHUT THE HELL UP!" Maia shouted. Everyone stopped, looking at her like she'd turned wolf form or something along those lines.

"Thank you, Maia. And Jace, how many times have you had inappropriate dreams about Miss Clary here?"

Oh Izzy, you just had to ask that one awkward question.