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"Are you sure this is the right place, Izzy?" Alec asked curiously. His sister waved off his concern, obviously not worried, although Alec certainly was. The apartment building they were waiting outside of wasn't exactly what he had envisioned when his siblings had mentioned a party. It was old and frankly, there was no other word to describe the building's exterior. A dark wooden door and dirty windows faced them while a mysterious shape lurked in the alley beside them. Needless to say, he wasn't impressed.

So when the door creaked open, Alec considered pinching himself when he saw the person behind it. The man standing in the doorway was so strange, that Alec thought he had to be dreaming. No one really wore red leather pants with a midriff-baring rainbow top did they? But once he could tear his eyes away from the strange ensemble and bring his gaze up to the man's face, he came crashing back to earth. The most dazzling pair of eyes in existence was gazing down at him, their green all he cared to see. Out of nowhere, a sharp pain on his arm pulled him out of his daydream and he held out his hand. "I'm Alec." The man was so tall that he had to bend a little to capture Alec's slim hand in his own.

"Magnus Bane." He bowed theatrically, throwing Alec a glittery wink before a loud crash was heard from inside the building. "Damn." He jumped up and rushed back into his apartment.

As soon as he was out of sight, Alec turned to glare at his sister. "Was pinching me necessary?" Isabelle laughed and grabbed the handles of Alec's chair, helping him over a bump in the carpet. "You were drooling." She teased.

Ahead of them, Jace had reached the apartment and was holding the door open for his siblings. The second they were all inside, he rushed to the bar, where a voluptuous blonde woman was seated. Alec rolled his eyes. Trust Jace to find a lonely drunk girl the moment they arrive.

He and Isabelle had been against the wall for nearly 20 minutes now, and although his sister was still standing with him, he could tell that her mind was elsewhere. Gently, he prodded her toward the crowd in the middle of room. She looked at him questioningly. "I'll be fine, Izzy. I can move this myself you know." He motioned at his chair. She smiled gratefully and squeezed his hand before joining the throng of dancers. He lost her immediately in the crowd, and knowing no one else at the party, he leaned back in his chair to people-watch. His siblings couldn't understand how something like that could be interesting, but it was useful if you had a lot of time to kill, and Alec had discovered that you were able to learn the most about people when they didn't know someone was looking.

For instance, the couple dancing in the corner were making up- and making out after a fight, the brunette at the bar was using a fake I.D. to get alcohol even though he was obviously too young, and the woman facing him was on the prowl. Oh shit.

The blonde woman Jace had approached later was now standing in front of him, with Jace nowhere to be seen. She bent over so that they were the same height, her full breasts nearly spilling out of her tight black dress. On a good day, Alec hated when people bent to talk to him like he was a child, so this woman was not doing herself any favours in his book. Not that she had a chance anyway.

"Well, you're quite the looker aren't you, babe?" She licked her blood red lips, her clear eyes piercing into Alec's. "Care for a drink?" She asked, a cocky smile already forming on her lips. Alec swallowed nervously. Even he could tell that this woman was beautiful and not used to hearing the word 'no', so how was he going to explain to her, and Jace why he had to turn her down?

Just as he had come up with an excuse, a familiar voice came to his rescue.

"Camille, darling, you're frightening him." Alec's eyes shot up to see Magnus standing beside him, one of his hands resting carelessly on Alec's shoulder. He was shooting Camille a look that apparently meant something to her, since she let out a short laugh and held her hands up in surrender. "Okay Maggie, I get it." She winked at Alec and sauntered back to the bar, her hips swinging in a way that had every straight boy and a few girls in the room staring after her.

Alec let out a sigh of relief, thankful that one crisis tonight had been averted. When his eyes moved back to his savior though, he wasn't completely sure that the crisis was over yet. Magnus was smiling dangerously, his green eyes sparkling. He looked down at Alec. "Interesting." He said quietly. Alec's brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what the man had meant by that, when he heard a chair being pulled toward him. Magnus lounged beside Alec on a sparkling purple creation, his eyes meeting Alec's. "It's loud in here, so I figured this would be better than leaning over to talk to you." Alec nodded nervously, not sure why the man had approached him at all, but, hey, he wasn't complaining. "I see Camille isn't your type." Magnus said, arching an eyebrow. Alec felt nervous all over again, but this time for a very different reason than he had with Camille.

"Well- um- not really..." Alec stuttered, his pale face blushing crimson. Magnus smiled and placed his hand over Alec's. Terrified, Alec whipped his hand away, eyes nervously scanning the room for his siblings. Thankfully Izzy was nowhere in sight, and Jace was so drunk, he wouldn't have noticed if the room was destroyed by a herd of buffalo. Alec sighed and glanced nervously at Magnus, who wasn't doing a very job trying to hide a smile.

"Still in the closet darling?" he asked sympathetically. Alec's eyes widened, both at the endearment and the proclamation before hastily answering, oh so eloquently.

"What?! You think I'm- But I'm not- I'm not gay!" Magnus bit back a smile again, gently patting Alec's arm.

"Of course you aren't." he said sarcastically. "And I'm dating your sister."

Defeated, Alec slumped in his chair. "How did you know?" he asked quietly. Magnus' teasing tone stopped, his hand lifting off Alec's arm.

"You passed the test, sweetie. Or should I say, you didn't pass the test." At Alec's confused glance, Magnus elaborated. "Camille. She's every straight guys' fantasy, so when attractive boys show up, I have her sweet-talk them. If they turn her down, I can guess what team they play for." Alec couldn't believe what he was hearing. One- Magnus thought he was attractive, two - Magnus had set him up, and three- Magnus thought he was attractive. Yes, it was so incredible; he needed to count it twice.

"That actually works?"

Magnus shrugged. "Usually."

"Alec!"

He sighed heavily. Trust Isabelle to show up at exactly the wrong time for anything important. Plastering on a fake smile, he turned to his inebriated sister, who was clutching an equally intoxicated Jace by the arm. Sometimes he hated being the oldest. He shot Magnus an apologetic smile before grabbing Jace by the arm. "Come on, guys, time to go."

Isabelle pouted and clutched at Magnus. "Mag," she slurred. "We can stay, right?"

Magnus smiled and gently prised her off of him. "You know I love you Isabelle, but you are extremely drunk." He handed her back to Alec, sneakily placing a slip of paper in his pocket. "Call me." He mimed, before shoving them outside.

Once Alec helped his drunken siblings fall into a cab and the driver helped him fold his chair, he fingered the number in his pocket. He had a few things to think about.

I hoped you liked it! Don't expect all updates to be this quick, I just had a lot of time tonight.

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