Clary and Isabelle walked into the kitchen, making Jace look up from his uninterested stance by the wall. He looked Clary over and his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a lazy smile overtook his features. Apparently he still wasn't the best at expressing his emotions openly, but Clary could see right through him. She saw the miscellany of emotions hidden deep inside his golden-brown eyes; shock, ecstasy, arousal, apprehension. She let a shy smile grace her face, although Jace had already seen every single part of her, she still felt a strange giddiness every time she saw him.
"Well well. Don't you look beautiful," He purred, and pulled Clary into an ardent kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers into his hair, letting out a low moan when he trailed his hand down her body to rest at the curve of her waist. They were interrupted by Isabelle clearing her throat, rather loudly too, and Clary jumped away from Jace, while he just shot Isabelle an indolent smirk.
"Is there a problem?" he asked Isabelle, holding a blushing Clary at his side.
"Oh, no problem, I was just wondering if you both could stop sucking each others faces off so that we could leave for the Pandemonium." Isabelle said and Simon, who Clary had not noticed standing on the other side of the room, snickered.
"Simon! Hi, didn't see you there." Clary said, glaring at him. He immediately went silent and focused on staring at Isabelle and drooling.
"Hello," Alec strolled in, wearing a light blue sweater and jeans. Magnus strutted in after him. Magnus, of course, was covered in glitter and was wearing a rainbow two-piece suit.
"Hi," Clary said, still blushing marginally.
"Is everyone ready?" Magnus asked.
"Yes," Isabelle said.
"Wonderful!" Magnus exclaimed.
"Well, here we are," Isabelle smiled and yanked Clary inside by her arm.
"Six vodka shots, please." Isabelle said to the bartender. He complied, pushing six little glasses, filled to the brim with vodka, across the counter.
"Oh, I can't drink remember?" she gestured to her stomach when Isabelle offered her one.
"Well, more for me!" Isabelle said and downed two at once.
"Come on, Jace, let's dance!" she yelled at him over the roar of the crowd.
"I don't dance, Clary, you know that." he said.
Upon hearing his rejection, she burst into tears, compliments of the pregnancy hormones. "Y-you don't w-want to dance wi-with me?" she hiccupped.
A panicked look appeared on his face, "I'll dance with you!" he said.
Clary immediately perked up, "Yay!" she said and pulled him towards the centre of the club.
"I need to pee!" Clary said to Jace, stepping out of his grip on her waist, "I'll be right back!" she said and started walking towards the washroom.
She made her way through the crowd, humming to herself quietly. She reached the outside of the washroom, a secluded area. Suddenly, she felt a strip of tape cover her mouth. Someone duct-taped her hands together. She tried calling out for help, but it was no use. She felt a needle pierce her arm, none too gently, and everything abruptly went hazy. She felt herself slipping into a drug-induced slumber, her last thought being Jace.
Clary opened her eyes to a white wall. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember where she was. She promptly remembered what happened when she was on her way to the washroom, and realised that she was tied up. She tried to scream, but her mouth was still taped. She struggled to free herself.
"It's no use." an amused voice said. A voice she knew very well. "I won't let you get away again." A figure walked in front of her. His face was covered by the shadow of his hair. Blonde hair. He looked up, and she found herself staring into hazel eyes. A wolfish grin was visible on his face. Noah.