Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories

- Memories, Maroon 5.

I am not an

emotional drunk.

Simply a sensitive

intoxicated man.

Simon wasn't a heavy drinker, but here he was wasted. Clary has only ever seen him wasted once, and he passed out quickly to tell what kind of drunk he was. (She was relieved that they were at the Institute, with only close friends and family.)

So, no one was quite sure what he was going to do when he stood up tall and proud on the table,

He raised his nearly empty cup in the air.

"Cheers to those who are lost, including my good friend Jordan and brother George –Wove-No-Lovelace."

People raised their glasses to toast.

"Cheers to Aline and Helen Blackthorn-Penhallow. They cannot be here because the Clave is an establishment of glorified shit."

Robert doesn't comment on this.

And everyone raises their cups again.

"Toast to the lucky bastards that should be dead if not for astounding luck and sheer will-power! That's right, this one is for you Jace!"

Laughter arose in the room.

"Toast to my memory!"

Cheers and applause.

"For if it weren't of my memory, I could not be here with you guys, I could not remember Izzy or my best friend."

Izzy and Clary help Simon off the table, but he was still talking. "Oh, Izzy. My heart was so cold, it was like being two different people, yet not. I could see it happen. But I couldn't believe it was me. Yah know, but now I can obviously. But I was so alone. Thanks for waiting for your loser boyfriend, you're a good girl friend."

Izzy sighed, and was about to say something when Simon bursts into wails.

"Oh! Izzy! You love me, right? I love you very very much."

Clary tried to get out of his death grip embrace but he noticed and started talking to her. "Clary I love you too. You will forever be in my heart, in fact. If I don't get Roberty here to change the law can you walk me down the aisle?"

Izzy snorted. "You have to ask first." (Under her breath she mutters, "I'm the one who walks down the aisle, idiot")

Simon retorted, "I am. Clary didn't I just ask you?"

Clary, thanks to her small size, managed to escape. Izzy being taller and easier to hold onto wasn't as lucky.

I'm not going to apologize for the length, it was as long as it needed to be.

xxx

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PPS. Please check out my Sizzy one-shot, it's "He Wasn't Good Enough For Her, (No. Wait! He Was.)"