"OYE! Jace! Get out here, we're late!"
William Herondale stood in the hallway of his shared apartment, dressed in black from head to toe. It was boy's night. But Jace, his cousin/housemate/best friend, was late.
"JACE!"
Nothing. Bloody little git.
"JA-"
"Shut up!"
Jace Wayland appeared at the end of the hall, wearing a shirt and trouser combo that was way too fancy for boy's night. Holding. A. Flower.
"Jace, I don't think you understand boy's night. We're going out clubbing. Not on a romantic date to Paulo's. I'm flattered, really, but you have a girlfriend."
"Yes, and this is for her," Jace replied guiltily, "I… I'm sorry mate, but we're going to have to cancel boy's night."
"What? Why? "
"I fucked up. Yesterday was our anniversary… I forgot."
"God, you idiot. Has she broken up with you? Are you going to go grovel for mercy? You're going to need more than that flower."
"I am not going to grovel for mercy. I'm making her dinner… Tonight."
The little shit.
"One does not simply cancel boy's night."
Clary appeared from the depths of the apartment and breezed coolly past the two of them without a glance. Jace watched her walk away, like a wounded puppy, before turning back to Will. Pathetic.
"Fine. This time. But never again."