"Clary, I can't believe you. You're supposed to drink and have fun, not get wasted!" Isabelle complained, holding Clary's arm up so she wouldn't fall walking back to the Institute.

"Ish da firsth time I've eva drunked alcohol!" Clary laughed, stumbling over her own feet.

Isabelle sighed. "I can see that. You 're drunk."

"I izz not!" she yelled, and giggled loudly when she heard her own voice echo through a nearby alley.

"Oh, Jace is going to kill me," Isabelle groaned.

"Jasse is shoo hot! I wish he wuz here now." Clary said, excitedly.

"Well, I don't. That would just mean he could kill me faster. Here want your jacket? It's freezing. It'll be another reason for him to kill me if you get sick."

"Okey-dokey," Clary grabbed her jacket and eventually put it on, with the help of Isabelle.

"What are you doing now?"

Clary giggled, leaning all the way back staring up at the sky. " I'z tryin to seez my floorhead."

"Okay, well sorry to burst your bubble but that's impossible. Now, come on, we're almost to the Institute."

Isabelle pulled out her phone to check the time. 2:46 blinked in blue numbers across the screen. Hopefully everyone will be asleep and she can just sneak Clary up to her room. Everyone except Jace, of course. Jace would definitely be waiting up until they got back, no matter how tired and ready for bed he was. And she was pretty sure that Jace wasn't going to be happy when she brought home his drunk girlfriend. He probably suspected they'd go shopping or to a movie, not go out clubbing.

The Institute came into view and Clary clumsily skipped toward the door. Isabelle had to catch her from almost falling down the stairs more than once, on a set of four steps.

Isabelle crept slowly around the corner to make sure Jace wasn't there, then led Clary to the elevator. Sighing with relief when the door closed, Isabelle looked over at Clary, who was singing a very out of tune "Barbie girl" song and had just pushed most of the floor buttons forming the shape of a giant Christmas tree with the lighted up buttons.

"Pssstt...Izzy...PSSSTTT..geuss what!," Clary said giggling.

"What?"

"I just pooted!!," Clary burst out laughing, barely able to breath from laughing so hard at her own joke.

"Ha ha. You're hilarious, Clary," Isabelle said, aggravated.

Finally after having to go through six floors, they reached their floor and the elevator doors opened.

"Clary, be quiet. Everyone is sleeping so we don't want to wake them up. Okay?"

"Got it!" Clary shook her head up and down really fast.

Halfway down the hall, Isabelle was actually smiling thinking she would get Clary to her room without Jace ever knowing about this night's incidents. Until...

"Hey Clary, Isabelle. Did you have fun?"

Isabelle turned slowly, ignoring the fact that Clary was giggling like crazy.

'Uhh...yeah. Had a great time!" She faked a yawn, "Yep, really tired though, so I'm going to bed. Clary's all yours. See you in the morning!" She rushed off down the hall to her room and shut the door quickly.

Author's Note: Sorry it's a short chapter. I'll update soon to add Chapter three. Jace will have to deal with a drunk Clary! Please review!