Hey, guys! Time for a new story! I actually started this one about two years ago, I think, it just took me a while to get myself into the flow of things. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

"I'm pretty sure I would get pregnant if I sat down on one of these booths," Clarissa Morgenstern stated with a raise of a pierced eyebrow as she looked around. It wasn't really an insult to the establishment that they were in, more of an observation. Magnus Bane let out a laugh as he slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close, brushing his lips against her ear, touching the metal studs that were lined up and down the lobe.

"Trust me, you won't regret this," he promised her.

"Yeah, yeah," Clary rolled her eyes, but she was grinning, and she reached out to grab at Simon Lewis' hand, making sure the three of them didn't get separated in the throngs of people. The air was saturated with the smell of cigarettes and weed and alcohol and sweat, but Clary didn't mind, it sort of just smelt normal to her. The room felt thick and heavy, and Magnus lead the way into the mosh pit of people who had gathered in front of the stage.

"Hey, pretty girl," came a growl from next to Clary and she turned her eyes to the man who was standing there. He was attractive, yeah, but he had this leer in his eyes, and Clary instantly leaned forward to kiss Simon hard on the mouth, making it clear she wasn't interested.

"Sorry," she shot at the man. "Taken." The man glanced Simon up and down, who was more than used to playing the role of Clary's boyfriend when she was being hit on, straightened his back and put an arm around Clary's shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her again, and Clary let her body fall forward slightly against his. The man huffed and shifted his attention on to a blonde with bright pink and purple streaks through her hair. "Ick," Clary made a face at his back and then shuffled around so that she standing between Magnus and Simon. "Pervs."

"Oh yes," Magnus smirked down at her, pursing his glossed lips together. "It must really suck being a hot piece of ass." Clary threw up the finger at him before focusing her eyes back on the stage.

"What time does your man come on?" She asked distractedly, needing to raise her voice to be heard over the music that was pounding through the speakers and the shouting from the crowd.

"They'll be on in about five minutes!" Magnus shouted back at her. A few weeks ago, Magnus had met a boy at a club and had gone off the grid for almost five days. It wasn't often that Magnus went back to any of his one night stands, but he seemed pretty taken by this one, and it hadn't taken much to convince Simon and Clarry to come along to a night when their band was performing at a bar downtown. It wasn't a bar that Clary came to often—actually, she was pretty sure she had never come here before—although maybe she would come here in the future. It wasn't overflowing with a bunch of girls in tiny tee-shirts and there wasn't fancy pink drinks with little umbrella's being served.

She liked the smell of weed and alcohol, it smelt like her apartment, and the music they were playing were the Dead Kennedys, which wasn't played in the average night club, so she appreciated that. While the atmosphere might not be everyone's sort of thing, she liked it, it kind of turned her on.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Came a scream into the microphone, a petite blue haired girl taking centre stage in front of the thick curtain that was shielding the rest of the stage from the audience. "We've got one of the local favourites on tonight!" A cheer went up from the crowd, a thundering against Clary's eardrums. "So without making you fuckers wait any longer, let's welcome Downworlders onto the stage!" The screams and cheers and clapping got even louder and Clary let out a laugh, flicking her tongue out so that that piercing clicked against her tongue. The curtain drew back and revealed the band standing behind it.

"That's him," Magnus nudged Clary in the side, maybe a little bit too roughly because she was thrown off balance slightly. "Lead singer." Clary's eyes instantly narrowed in on the man standing in the front and she smirked, able to see exactly what Magnus saw in the man in front of the microphone. He had dark hair with streaks of purple through it, and his eyes were rimmed in dark kohl. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a white, sleeveless tank top that had low cut arm holes, showing off plenty of tanned skin underneath.

He was fucking gorgeous.

If Magnus wasn't head over heels, Clary would be making a move after the gig. She finally let her eyes move to the others who were on stage with him, and she rolled her eyes, because of course, they were all as beautiful as Magnus' man. There was a pretty girl who had similar features to the lead singer, and she had purple and blue streaks through her long hair, one side shaved close to her head. She had a hoop through the corner of her lip, and two in one of her eyebrows and a guitar in her arms. Then there was a boy who's hair was entirely dyed red and he had gauges in both ears and a spike through his lip and he had a bass guitar. There looked like there were a hundred thick silver rings around his fingers as he tapped his hand against the instrument.

And then, holy shit.

Then there was the drummer.

The drummer.

Clary was pretty sure her panties were wet all the way through.

He had blonde hair that was shaggy, almost reaching his shoulders, and unlike the rest of his band mates, it was only the one colour, but he still fit in perfectly with the rest of them. He had a sleeveless black tank top on that showed off his biceps and broad shoulders, and there were tattoo's curling up and down his arms. Clary wanted to lick them. There was a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and smoke curling up around his face, and he had two studs under his lower lip on the right hand side, and then a ring in the left side. On a lot of people that would be overkill, but he pulled it off. He pulled it off well. Then there was the ring through his eyebrow and two more in one of his ears.

And he kept spinning the drum stick in one of his hands, through his long fingers, around and around.

The things that Clary wanted those fingers to do to her.

"I want one," she whimpered into Magnus' ear, and her friend let out a laugh.

"Shit, Red, keep it in your pants," he teased her. "His name is Jace, I'll introduce you after."

"I'll love you forever," Clary promised, tucking her hand into the bend in his arm.

"Yeah you will," Magnus smirked and then they both went quiet when the lead singer leaned into his microphone.

"Hey, everyone. We're Downworlders, and we want to say thank you for coming out tonight!" He spoke quickly and didn't really look at the crowd, a few bright blue curls fall in front of his face, before another cheer went up and suddenly the drummer was slamming his sticks against his drum set.

They were good.

The group had chemistry between them, which could be seen in the way they moved with each other and spoke between songs and touched one another. It was the same sort of way that Magnus and Simon moved around her. Mainly, the band did covers; a mixture of genres with their own rock twist on it, sometimes changing up the words a little. There were two original songs thrown in there as well, which weren't bad at all. Clary was getting jostled as everyone jumped and sang along, and she was more than happy to join in. When they finished, it was the girl who spoke into one of the microphones.

"Thank you so fucking much! You guys are amazing!" She screamed, and she flicked her hair over her shoulder. "We'll see you next time!" Simon was blinking up at the girl, his eyes wide behind the thick rimmed hipster glasses he was wearing and Clary laughed at him, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. The four of them filed off stage, and then the next band was being introduced.

"Okay, come on," Magnus pulled on Clary's arm. "Let's go." They somehow managed to get to the side of the mosh pit, both boys sheltering Clary in the middle although there was still a lot of sweat that got transferred and some shoves and pushes from people. They got around to the side where there was a door and a burly bouncer standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. "Uh, we're with the band?" Magnus raised his eyebrow. "My name's Magnus." For a moment, it looked as though the bouncer wasn't going to move. But then he gave a short nod and stepped aside. Magnus turned to wiggle his eyebrows at Clary and Simon before leading them behind the stage. The music coming from the stage wasn't quite as loud, the walls must have something noise cancelling built into them, but it was still loud enough for them to make out each word of the song now playing.

"Magnus!" Came a shout and Magnus picked up the pace, running directly toward the tall, dark haired man with purple streaks in his hair. The kiss they exchanged looked filthy and Clary smirked as she glanced them up and down. When they pulled apart, the man looked over Magnus' shoulder with a raised eyebrow, his hazel eyes sweeping over Clary and Simon. "These your friends?" He asked.

"This is my Clary, and my Simon," Magnus replied as he half turned to look back at them. Simon made a stammering noise under his breath, which was typical of him, and Clary stepped up to give a little half wave.

"Hey. You guys kicked ass," she complimented and there was a small smile pulling at the corner of his full mouth.

"I'm Alec," he introduced himself, rather unnecessarily. The hot red haired bass guitarist strolled over to them, an interested look on his face as he stared past Magnus, past Clary, and straight at Simon. Simon shuffled from side to side but met the man's eyes unabashedly, biting down on his lower lip.

"Because that's not totally obvious or anything," Clary said under her breath to Magnus, who snorted.

"Yo, Alec!" There was a yell from behind the red haired man and Clary felt the nerves in her body light on fire as the gorgeous golden haired drummer suddenly appeared, his tongue playing with the ring in the corner of his mouth. The tease of the tip of his tongue undoubtedly made her pupils dilate and she was glad that the lighting was dark and wouldn't show up the slight blush on her cheeks. "You ready to head out of here? We gotta pick up Max." He seemed to realize that his friend wasn't alone because he tilted his head to take in the three extra's and when his eyes landed on Clary there was an unmistakable up and down look before giving her a slow, sensuous smirk.

"Yeah, I know," Alec Lightwood sighed as he turned back to Magnus. "Sorry, we need to rush out. Thanks for coming."

"Sure thing, pretty eyes," Magnus flirted. "I'll send you a text when I'm free next so we can...Meet up." Clary snorted and Magnus shot her a look.

"I will," Alec grinned boyishly, glancing back at Simon and Clary. "Nice meeting you guys. I'll see you around some other time."

"Same here," Clary answered, although her eyes quickly shifted back to the drummer, who was still staring at her with that ridiculous smirk that she wanted to eat off his face, and suck on the piercings in his lip. When he turned to follow after Alec and the bass guitarist, he glanced over his shoulder one last time before they were out of view.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you think x