A/N: So, I forgot to tell you, that this is indeed All Human fic!

WARNING: BOYxBOY! Don't like, don't read!

I only own the plot and the Blackwater valley. At this point, all the characters belong to Cassandra Clare!

Chapter two - Night out

Alec was lying on his bed, staring at the light blue ceiling. His new room already felt like home. Well, at least more home than his room at their old house had ever felt. He and Jace had spent two days transporting their furniture and putting their stuff to right places. Alec's room was smaller than Jace's, but he didn't mind at all. He found small bedrooms more comfortable than massive ones. There was one small bed (big enough for him, though), a wooden writing desk, chair, three bookcases and a guitar in his room. He was a book nerd; always reading novels. All three bookcases were full of hardcovers and paperbacks, and some of them even lied on the floor. Alec also liked to play his guitar. His grandfather had given it to him when he was just a little boy. He and Jace had played hours back then, though Jace had always been more talented with music.

Alec stopped his daydreaming as he heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" Alec asked as Jace peeked from the door.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Alec rolled his eyes.

"When did you start knocking and asking if you can enter? Of course you can come in. It's not like I'm angry with you or anything," Alec answered and rose into a sitting position. Jace shrugged.

"I just thought you might be sleeping,"

"Not after the car ride. How about you? Already sick and tired of this wilderness?"

"No, not at all. Actually, I was thinking that we should celebrate our first night in here," Jace said and smirked. Alec knew that face way too well.

"Oh no, Jace! I don't know what you're thinking of, but I can see that it's something awful," Alec said, his eyes wide with horror.

"I didn't even get to tell you about my plan," Jace whined.

"Oh, I think we both know your plan. Nightclubs, am I right?" Alec said and shook his head.

"Not gonna happen. You're seventeen, and that means no drinking or clubbing for you for few more years," he continued. Jace furrowed his eyebrows and let out a sigh.

"Alec, why are you so boring? Do I need to beg you?" Jace asked and dropped on his knees.

"Oh please, you bestest of the best! I'll do the dishes for a month! I'll wash your underwear! I'll do whatever!" Jace continued, shouting. He had his hands in front of his face, and he let out a fake sob. Alec mentally facepalmed.

"Jace, it seems like you're eight," he stated smiling. Jace didn't answer, but he looked at Alec with his arms crossed, pouting. Alec let out a breath.

"You are not gonna leave me alone before I say yes, are you?" Alec asked with his eyebrows raised. Jace smirked like a devil.

"Of course not,"

"That's what I thought,"

In the end Alec just had to give up and agree to Jace's plans. His best friend had forced him to change into new clothes (which Alec thought was very unnecessery), and now Jace was driving them to the nearby nightclub.

"I read that The House on flames is pretty cool place," Jace said and smirked. He was very pleased with himself, Alec could tell.

"Whatever," Alec answered, now pouting like a child in a candy store. He looked at his "nicer" clothes; his jeans weren't dirty, and his black T-shirt wasn't full of holes like all of his sweaters were. Jace had tried to get him wear a white shirt, but Alec had insisted that he would only wear black. After all, partying always led Alec to unfortunate incidents.

"Wipe off that 'angsty teenager' –face of yours. We are here," Jace said and pulled the car into a free parking lot.

"This is my normal face," Alec said, just to annoy Jace. Of course it didn't work. Jace just rolled his eyes and stopped the car.

"Get out, Alec. Have some fun! I bet it's been a while since you've been out,"

"I was out today,"

"Being outside and being out are two very different things," Jace said and got out of the car. Alec sighed and got out too, slamming the door closed behind him. He was in a very bad mood.

"Try not to break the car," Jace said and closed the door gently.

"It's my car," Alec answered. He knew that he was being an asshole, but it was Jace's fault for practicly dragging him there.

"Yeah, but I'm always driving," Jace said.

"Lets just go inside," he continued.

Alec looked at the building made of grey bricks. It had huge doubledoors, and the music could be heard from outside. There was a gigantic neon sign above the doors. It was glowing in green, red and blue, and it said "The House On Flames" with a weird looking flame right next to it. There was no bouncer at the door.

"I'm pretty sure, they're not going to sell you anything," Alec said as he followed Jace to the door. Jace laughed.

"We'll see about that,"

Jace had vanished almost instantly as Alec had entered the club. It was dark, and the neon lights flashed through the darkness, hurting his eyes. Alec just stood at the door, muttering to himself how "This was a bad idea" and how "Jace is a huge douchebag". The place looked much bigger from the inside. After few minutes standing, he spotted a bar and decided to order something (non-alcoholic). He walked to the bar, trying hard not to bump into anyone.

The bar was small and there was only one person, a woman, sitting in front of the counter. She sipping from her pink drink and watching as all the other people danced. She had long blond hair, and she was wearing a red coctail dress (which was extremely short, by the way) with red stilettos. Her lips were painted red, as were her fingernails. Alec sat on a barstool, as far away from her as he could. He looked around, trying to find a bartender, but there wasn't anyone even near. Alec sighed. This was just his luck.

"Why, hello there," Alec heard a women voice say. He turned his head and almost fell from the chair as the red lady had sat right next to him.

"Umm, hi?" Alec answered awkwardly. The lady smiled sweetly and took a sip from her drink.

"I think I haven't seen you here before," The women stated.

"Nice eyes, by the way," she continued. Her drink smelled strongly of alcohol, but she didn't seem to be drunk.

"Oh, umm, thank you," Alec stuttered. He was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"You're welcome, lovely," Scratch that! He was feeling extremely uncomfortable. The women ducked her head a bit and whispered to Alec's ear.

"You are very beautiful, my dear. You can't even imagine what some people would like to do to you," Alec was in panic, but he had no nerve to tell the red women to leave him alone. This was the exact reason he didn't do clubbing! He was paralyzed as the lady continued her whispering.

"You know, they would drag you to their bedroom, blue eyes, and please you till yo—"

"Camille, leave that poor kid alone!" The women straightened up instantly and smirked at Alec.

"I was just having some fun," the women, Camille, said and turned her head to the man who was standing behind the counter. Alec turned his head too, though he was still in complete shock.

"Find someone who is as old as you, and do not try to scare my customers away," the man said.

"I get it, honey. I'll go find someone else to tease," Camille said and rose up. As she left, she gave Alec a quick smile that made shivers run through Alec's body.

"I'm sorry about Camille. She didn't realize how scared you were. She just likes to fool around," the man said. Now Alec had more time to look at the bartender, and once again he almost fell off from the chair.

The bartender was very beautiful: he had nice caramel-coloured skin, glowing green eyes, and black hair with blue stripes. He was wearing a white tank top and incredibly tight skinny jeans. His eyes were lined with black and– was that glitter?

"Can I get you something to drink? Free of charge," the man said and smiled. Alec swallowed hard.

"Umm, yeah. Coke would be fine," he answered and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Alright, it will only take a second," the man said and turned around. Alec's hands were swetting, so he wiped them to his jeans. The man returned with a glass of coke in his hand.

"Here you go," he said and offered Alec the glass. Alec took it and smiled shyly.

"Thanks,"

"You're welcome," the green-eyed man answered smiling. Alec couldn't help noticing that the man's eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter as he smiled. Alec took a gulp from his coke.

"My name is Magnus Bane, by the way," the man said.

"I'm Alec. Alec Lightwood,"

"Does Alec come from Alexander?" the man— Magnus asked.

"Yes, it does,"

"Alexander Lightwood, eh? You've got a nice name there," Magnus said and smirked.

"Thanks, you too," Alec answered. He was sure that his cheeks were flushing red.

"I need to get to work now, but if you have something, anything, that you need, don't be afraid to come to me," Magnus said. Alec nodded, because he was afraid that his voice would break. Magnus smiled once more and went to serve another customer.

Alec stood up and walked to the outdoor. He needed to get some fresh air. He almost ran as he tried to reach the door, and when he was in front of it, he tugged the door open and jumped into the night air. Alec couldn't stop thinking of the green-eyed Magnus. He had been so nice, and beautiful, and – oh God — his voice! Magnus's voice had been deep and warm and – sexy. Even the word made Alec blush.

Alec ran his hands trough his raven black hair and slid to the ground. How could someone be so perfect?

A/N: Tadaa! What did you think? This has about 1700 words, and this is THE lenght. I would love to hear some pros and cons about this chapter (wink wink!). I hope you guys liked this!

And thanks for the first review I was so happy because of it!

Love, Kiikka