How pleasant to have you read my Character-Meme-Short stories-Story this far. I hope you find it enjoyable, and that you may accept that these stories doesn't always follow a special timeline. You're always welcome to share your critical thoughts!

Now I will share with you: a drinking story, getting way out of Magnus' hands.

-Dancy Warlock

Three decides to take Five, Seven and Eight drinking! What's going on?

"Please, have a seat!" Magnus' voice sang out to his guests, while he gestured towards his couch area.

Both Clary and Jace looked suspicious, but followed the warlocks orders. Simon, on the other hand, was standing in the middle of the room with his mouth wide open. He was staring along the decorated walls.

"Wow, this is so cool." He whispered amazed. This pulled Magnus' lips into a delicate smile.

"Nah, it's just some things I've collected during the past eight hundred years." Magnus shrugged nonchalantly. "Now, have a seat. I insist." Simon's gaze continued to wander around the room, as he went to sit down in an armchair. Jace and Clary were sat down, opposite him.

"So, we need to have a little chat." Magnus started, but turned towards Simon. "Though, I'm not sure why you brought the mundane with you." The mundanes eyebrows shot up. But before he could answer, Clary interrupted him.

"Simon's my best friend. If he goes, I go." Magnus rolled his eyes. This wasn't a holding argument, not at all. He had no idea of why she would even think so.

"Anyway." He said, as to drop it. Magnus snapped his fingers, in a sweeping motion. Suddenly there were four cocktail glasses, placed on the table in front of them. Magnus stretched down, took a glass with indigo liquid, and brought it up to his lips. "Have a glass." It wasn't just a saying of politeness, but also a command.

Jace held a glass and took a sip. It was okay. A little too sweet, maybe.

"Why did you bring us here?" Jace asked, as if he'd rather spend his time somewhere else at the moment.

Magnus sat down in an armchair, and sighed deeply. "I am depressingly, sickingly, head-over-heals in love." The three of them stared at him. Their expressions filled with a mix between horror, happiness and surprise. They seemed to know where he was going with this meeting.

Jace gave him a sly smile. "Alec won't budge?"

Magnus shrugged, keeping his eyes on the blue liquid dancing in his glass. "Alec is excellent." He snapped his head up. "I have to ask you – who are somewhat close to Alexander; am I attractive in his eyes as well? Since I am very certain that I'm the first man to ever show him any sexual interest..." He had to pause, waiting for Simon's drink to fly out out of his nose.

"Oh geez." Simon said, embarrassed, with a blush rising all over his face.

Magnus gave Simon a disturbed look, and took a look at his other guests, as well. Their mouths hang slightly open.

Magnus began to feel a bit restless. His guests were boring him. As he started to walk back an forth he drank from his glass. He could hear the young adults mumble from the couch area.

Suddenly he stopped and looked up. His glass was empty. With a hard snap, the coffee table were being crowded, the old drinks were joined by a drink that was a mix between hot pink and yellow.

"Raspberry-lemon" Magnus stated, and snapped the other glasses away. "So, I would love to hear your thoughts about this situation'."

"And by situation... you mean... Alec?" Jace asked. For some reason Magnus could hear a scared tone in his voice. Magnus just raised his eyebrows at him.

"Yes, Jace." Clary sighed.

"This is so sweet," Simon said longingly, out of the blue, working on his cocktail. Magnus rolled his eyes.

"Magnus," Clary stared intensively at him. "Alec seriously have the hots for you. No doubt about it. Just go and grab him. Stop waiting!" Nice try, Clary Fairchild, but that's not going to be enough, he thought. He had gone over that so many times now. Alec blushing when he teased him. Alec's tries to look anywhere but at Magnus, whenever he entered a room. He imagined Alec's horrified reaction, if he'd suddenly 'grab' him – whatever way he'd grab him. And that's it. Magnus was afraid of Alec finding him horrifying, if he'd put in a physical move on him. He didn't want to risk scaring him away.

"I am aware of this, but let us not forget about the feelings he had toward Jace. The boy clearly has no idea of what he is doing." He eyed Jace, who responded with a narrowed glare.

Magnus checked the glasses around the table, and gasped.

"What? Ants would empty these cocktails faster then you." He snapped away their glasses – some of them were hardly touched – and with a new snap, there were another round of blue cocktails in front of them. It seemed as if his guests preferred those.

Ofcourse, Magnus noticed his guests having conversations outside the main topic, but he had no interest of listening to them.

"So, has he been talking about me?" Magnus asked, smiling, as if he was the sun surrounded by planets.

Simon shrugged, hardly knowing anything personal about Alec. Jace looked as if he was thinking deeply about it. Hm, the alcohol was starting to get the best of the blonde nephillim.

"Not that I know of, but I do know that he gets all happy and cheery when he's about to see you." Clary smiled, shamelessly.

"I can imagine." Magnus answered. He was now splayed out over his armchair, with his legs dangling over one of the armrests. His eyes were shut. He wasn't tired, no! He just wanted to show off his sparkly dark blue eyeshadow.

"Hey! You should totally talk to Isabelle!" Clary yelled. Magnus slowly opened an eyelid. He heard a small splash, and opened his other one. Raising his head, studying the carpet, he could see a small pool of blue stains by Clary's foot.

Groaning; he lamely threw a blue spark toward the stains, and had them erased.

"Be careful." He gritted out. He laid down again, rubbing his forehead with one hand, holding his almost empty glass with the other.

"Isabelle, you say?" Magnus said after a way too long time. Clary barely understood what he was talking about.

"Oh, yeah. Izzy tells him everything. Like, when she's sleeping with..." Jace started, but Clary cut him off with a smack on his leg. Jace let out a drunk and playful cry. Oh God, this boy was too loud. Magnus wondered if there were any spell to turn down Jace's voice a nudge.

"Oh shut up," Simon spit out, taking offense. "Izzy's a nice girl. She doesn't do things like that." This brought laughter out of Jace. Loud, barking laughter.

Magnus had enough. He took the drink out of Jace's hand and used his own hand to cast a shadow over the blondes eyes, and sent some electric sparks between them. Jace immediately fell back in deep sleep.

"There we go." Magnus smiled and sat back; emptying the boys glass. "Oh, look. We're almost out of refreshments." So Magnus did his thing and snapped a new round of glasses, showing up on the table. The liquid was blanc, this time.

"I assume he share these sort of happenings, of his, with her as well, then?" Magnus asked.

"Uhm, well, Jace have been around longer then I have." Clary said, looking apologetic at the sleeping boy beside her.

Magnus sighed, taking a gulp of bitter liquid. This was going to be a long night.

And it was. In the end, it might not even have been worth it. He had been forced to wake the loud shadowhunter up, just to have the Alec-Isabelle-share-of-intimacy discussion, which didn't take him anywhere. For a while they'd been laying slopped over the couches, drifting between consciousness and half a sleep. Later on someone had started some embarrassing 90's rock, and everyone had been dancing. When everyone else but Jace and Simon had gone tired of it, they'd continued a two-man party of their own, while Magnus drifted in to sleep in the background.

A/N: Yeah, I realized that Simon should probably be a vampire during this time-line. But, I love their shitty attitude toward him as a mundane.

Also, we've now found out that Jace is a loud drunk, and that Magnus is a fast drinker.

-Dancy Warlock