Hot chocolate with sixteen mini-marshmallows " Simon handed the cup to Clary, which she peered into. The marshmallows had already melted together, but if anything, made the hot cocoa even more delicious looking.
"Did you actually make them count it out?" Clary asked, looking up at Simon before she took a sip. She had only been joking about all the strict instructions that she had given Simon… Did he actually make the guy working here today do all of that?
"No!" Simon snorted and shook his head as he flopped down on to the loveseat beside Clary, making Clary spill some of her drink down her chin while she was drinking. Clary made a surprised sound and reached for the napkin's that were on the table, but Simon beat her to them. "Sorry, here." He handed her two or three of the cheap napkins.
"You would have thought that becoming a vampire would have made me less clumsy." He offer a kind smile and sat back into the chair. Smooth, Simon thought to himself, atleast I didn't make her spill all of it on her lap, He added a good point.
Simon looked around, it was another full house, which made Simon wonderwhere all these people had come from, and why. JavaJone's drinks and food were okay, not anything to really rave about, and they most defiantly didn't come for the poetry reading..unless they were forced to come like him and Clary.
That was the reason that they had chosen the loveseat in the back, not to cuddle and be romantic (like most people would think), but so Eric couldn't see their faces of horror when he started reading his poetry. "Is Eric still madly in love with Sheila Barbarino?" Clary asked through a laugh once she was done wiping the cocoa off of her chin.
Simon burst out laughing and shook his head, "He broke up with her because, and I quote, 'She can't handle my poetic mind and kindred spirit,' end quote."
Clary had to laugh at that, "Can't really blame Shelia now can we? It mut be pretty hard to handle that kindred spirit of his" She was still chuckling to herself as she took another sip, carefully this time.
"Oh I don't know, at band practice he was raving about this girl, Lisa, says she had found away to tame his inner rockstar." Simon shook his head, his smile still in place. Clary snuggled in to hi side like she used to, it wasn't meant to be a romantic gesture, She was just getting more comfortable. You really had no choice but to cuddle when sitting in a love seat.
Clary liked this, it was nice, and safe, and normal. She needed a little more normal, after all that had happen in the past three months…had it only been three months?
"Hey Everybody!" Eric yelled into the microphone, causing a burst of feed back that made everyone cover their ears. "Woops, sorry about that guys, been a little while since I've stood on this stage." Eric gazed around, looking like he was reminiscing. "Well anyway for those who don't know, I'm Eric, and my boy Matt is on the drums." Matt gaze a hazy smile and shy wave to the crowd from where he sat on the floor, bongos between his legs."
"Blue?" Clary asked, since the tips of Erics hair were dyed an electric blue color, last reading they had been pink.
"He thinks adding color will help get his message out." Simon shrugged, "It's probably temporary." He added as an afterthought.
"The poem I'm going to be reading you tonight is called, 'Unrivaled'," He looked back at Matt and nodded, Signaling him to start drumming. Matt softly beat the drums as Eric wailed into the microphone. "Oh beautiful love, My loins ache and my mouth burns with passion of you."
Clary started to tune him out, "Wow," She whispered to Simon, "That must be a new record, saying the word loins in under half a second." Simon laughed silently while he watch Eric.
"When Music plays I don't hear it,only your voice is my music, singing softly to me."
"Huh.." Said Simon, "Maybe that's why we've sucked this past few weeks." Clary had to cover her mouth to keep the laugh from escaping.
"My heart, soul, and mind all belong to you. Love, love, merciless love has captured me, and now hold me prisoner. She is a cruel mistress!"Eric whined out. "For the only thing she connect me to, I you.." The soft drumming puttered out and Eric looked down at the ground.
The audience applauded when Eric looked up, a huge, excited smile on his lips. "Thank you guys, that was written for someone very special to me, and I'm glad that all of you got to experience how I feel about her." Once the clapping died down Eric started walking away beforerunning back to the microphone, Simon heard someone groan but he guessed Eric didn't hear since he was still grinning. "I almost forgot, my band, Last Night's Takeout, Will be preforming across the street tomorrow night at Seven, I hope to see you all there.
Simon had a feeling that nobody from this crowd, save Clary and Eric's girlfriend, were going to go to their performance. "Last Night's Takeout?" Clary asked after she hurriedly finished her mug of hot cocoa and stood so she could pull her Jacket on, if they hurried they could be out of there before Eric started asking what they thought.
"I wanted Three Mentals and a Psychopath, but Eric ended up winning." He shrugged, "Now let's go, I can see him coming this way." He grabbed Clary's arm and started pulling her out of the coffee shop, not that it was needed, she was happy to leave before she had to lie about what she though of the performance.
"So what should we do now?" Clary asked as the wind made her read hair into even more of a mess.
"Hm.." Simon hummed, like he was deep in thought, "I don't know, you pick, it's your day to be normal, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere." Clary smiled, but started to lead Simon toward the comic book store. Her day to be normal with Simon. He was nice, safe, and normal, making him the perfect companion for the day, even if her thought came drifting back to Jace