A/N: Short thyme, lots o' C.
BOOMBOX
"You know who I think is hot?" Magnus asked, his mouth half full.
Alec wiped pretzel crumbs off his shirt, grimacing. "I don't think I want to."
"Julian Casablancas," he said. "I saw him the other day. He has that brooding, subdued thing going on."
"I don't know who that is," sighed Alec. They stopped at a crosswalk so Magnus could finish eating. J-walking was a passtime in New York, so no one was standing around. "You have mustard on your cheek."
Magnus batted at his face, completely missing the mustard, and went on talking. "He's the lead singer of The Strokes. You know, Is This It? Room On Fire, Angles... They're pretty well known."
"Not ringing a bell."
The warlock through his crumpled up napkin into the air. It exploded in blinding white fire and they were suddenly transported into the music video for Boombox by The Lonely Island... featuring Julian Casablancas. Two minutes and thirty-nine seconds later, Magnus and Alec were back at the stoplight, wearing fingerless gloves and holding boiled geese. Magnus had a boombox strapped to his back and a grin plastered on his face.
"Cute, huh?"
Alec couldn't help but laugh. "You're weird, you know that?"
"No better way to live, sugar bean."
FIN