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Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare, I wish I were you, but I'm not. Therefore, Alec& Co do not belong to me, they are all yours.

Magnus frowned at the door which had just slammed shut behind Alec. That was just not natural. People didn't turn Magnus down. They just didn't. It was practically unheard of. Even Ragnor danced with him. Of course, Ragnor was his best friend and bisexual, so that wasn't really weird. But still! Being turned away by a very hot, albeit very shy, junior was simply astonishing, and not in a good way.

Unfortunately, it was becoming increasingly clear that Magnus was the only one on the dance floor not dancing. He moved off to the bar, still scowling. Something was very wrong with this situation. It was past midnight, and Magnus was not dancing with anyone, had been rejected, and wasn't completely drunk. Well, one of those could change right then and there.

A few—or maybe quite a few, he wasn't really sure at this point—drinks later, Magnus was feeling fuzzy, but not really any more cheerful. He slumped on his seat sadly, wishing there was some hot guy to make out with, or even some hot girl. Or even an ugly guy would be fine at this point. But it was not to be. Instead, he got Ragnor Fell on the stool beside him, which was completely unfair because even drunk, Magnus knew that Ragnor was off limits.

"You look positively mopey," Ragnor said cheerily to Magnus. "Not to mention as drunk as you usually aren't until about four in the morning."

Magnus glowered blearily at him. "Thank you for that," he slurred. "I am depressed. I am horribly depressed. I haven't been this depressed since my last cat died."

"That cat was a demon," Ragnor pointed out. "I still have scars. And besides, now you have Chairman Meow, who is, as you like to say, nearly as glorious as yourself."

"He is," Magnus agreed, but the thought didn't cheer him up much. It probably wasn't a good thing when your cat was nearly as awesome as you. "Maybe that's why Alec turned me down," he mused. "Because I'm not even that much better than my cat."

"Oh, that's what this is about," Ragnor sighed. "The new kid?"

"He's beautiful," Magnus sighed.

"Well, he is a little, but really he's not that special, Mags," Ragnor said. "He's just a junior. Not even that interesting. You could do better."

"But I don't want to do better!" Magnus protested. "He's wonderful. If I got anyone better, my head would explode." He faced Ragnor full on. "His hair is so shiny, did you see?" His slurring wasn't improving as he spoke. "And his eyes are so blue it's insane. And his mouth? Did you see? Perfect. And you can totally tell that he's all muscle and he's so freaking beautiful…." He trailed off.

Ragnor sighed again. A drunk Magnus was also a very sentimental, detail-oriented Magnus. "You know, Mags, that if you got him, you'd just drop him again in about a week and a half."

"If I got him?" Magnus asked. "Rag, I have to get him. I have to. I'm going to die pining away."

"You're only saying that because he actually turned you down and you haven't already gotten tired of him," Ragnor pointed out. "And don't call me Rag. It's degrading." Not that Magnus would listen. He never listened when he was drunk. He was pathetic. Ragnor had no idea why he bothered.

"He's wonderful…" Magnus sighed again.

Ragnor rolled his eyes. "I got that bit. So I don't know, have a spontaneous make-out session with him and see what happens." Okay, even Ragnor knew that was a terrible idea, but he doubted Magnus would remember it anyways.

"He'd hate me. That's a stupid idea."

Ragnor rolled his eyes again. "Nice to know that you know a stupid idea from a smart one even when you're drunk, Mags."

Magnus laid his head on the bar. "And you know what sucks, Rag? Do you?"

"Lots of things," Ragnor guessed. "Including that absurd nickname."

"No. What sucks is that Alec totally has a crush on that asshole that he left with tonight. It sucks."

Now Ragnor was actually interested. "Who, the blond kid? Jace? How do you know?"

"Because it was so obvious. Alec would to anything for him, it was so obvious. It's terrible. And Blondie's straight, so it super-sucks for Alec. And I love him forever. I would do anything for him…." He trailed off again, looking close to tears.

"I got that part. I think you've had enough to drink, Magnus." Ragnor gave a hand sign to the bartender telling her not to let Magnus have any more alcohol. "You have a drinking problem."

"No, it's not a problem. I'm drowning my sorrows."

"You're adding to your sorrows, and will be even more sorry when your liver fails." Ragnor stood. "Come on. You should go to bed before you fall over."

"I can't leave my party," Magnus protested.

"You'll just embarrass yourself if you stay here," Ragnor said. "Relax; I'll kick everyone out for you."

Magnus sighed and gave in, stumbling off to his room to collapse into bed.

Magnus woke the next morning with a god-awful hangover that was not altogether surprising, but not fun either. He groaned and pressed a pillow over his face, wondering why he was still wearing miserably tight skinny jeans and hadn't taken off his shoes. The last thing he could remember with any clarity was the door slamming as Alec left after not dancing with Magnus. He wished that the last thing he could remember about last night was more pleasant. That sort of memory indicated that the night had gone very badly. He hoped he hadn't said or done anything too terribly stupid. There were no screaming girls (or boys) at his door, so he supposed it couldn't have been that awful.

He smelled pancakes from outside his room. That meant Ragnor had slept on the couch. Magnus winced and revised his earlier thought. It could definitely have been that awful. He considered staying in bed the rest of the day, but his head was still pounding and it didn't seem like he would be getting back to sleep any time soon. So, grimacing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood slowly, then walked to the kitchen and tried not to fall over.

Sure enough, Ragnor was sitting at the table when Magnus got there, munching thoughtfully on a pancake. "I don't think I made them quite right," he said philosophically. "But they're not terrible. Have some."

"Coffee," Magnus managed through his scratchy throat. Ragnor gestured to the pot on the table and Magnus fell on it, dumping sugar and cream and chocolate syrup into a mug before diluting the sweetness with a generous amount of the bitter drink. Ragnor grimaced at him. After he had eaten and drank enough to feel remotely alive, Magnus braced himself to hear some awful things. "So what exactly did I do last night that was so terrible that it warranted you staying the night?"

"Well you didn't dance naked on top of the bar," Ragnor offered.

"Well that's a relief," Magnus said dryly. "Thanks so much for reminding me." He put his head in his hands. "God, I'm a senior in high school with a drinking problem. This seems a bit early in life for this."

"Hey, that's what I said," Ragnor said cheerfully. "Of course, you adamantly denied any sort of problem last night."

"Back to the subject, Ragnor?"

"It wasn't that bad," Ragnor said. "You didn't embarrass yourself to anyone except me. It was all very doom and gloom."

"Well, that's something," Magnus admitted. "And yet you still thought it bad enough for me to stay on the couch."

Ragnor resigned himself. "Fine. Well, after Alec left, you got spectacularly drunk and spilled your guts to me."

"About?"

"Alec. The beautiful, unattainable love of your life."

"Did I seriously say that?" Magnus asked.

"Well, not unattainable, but you said he was beautiful at least twice, and then proceeded to describe his every feature in great detail to me, after which you lamented how he has a crush on Jace the asshole."

"Who is Jace again?"

"The blond kid."

"Oh, well yes, he is an asshole."

"Yes. You were very whiney."

"Well, that's not the worst thing I've ever done. Unless you're not telling me something." Magnus felt a little less like he was being beaten over the head with a stick and more like himself now. Ragnor always made killer coffee.

"That's about it. Well, you swore your undying love and vowed that he would fall for you in the end."

Magnus frowned. "I never swear undying love. Undying love doesn't exist. Even when I'm drunk, I only ever swear undying hatred, or undying lust."

"Exactly," Ragnor said. "That's why I was worried."

A/N: So that sort of stopped short. But don't you dare complain because this was a super-fast update. You guys are getting so spoiled. Anyhoo, Ragnor is fantastic, if I do say so myself….. I hope you enjoyed! Review, please! I love reviews! They are amazing! LOVE

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