A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! Sorry if it's all sad and misery. You are most welcomed to review and rant at me at how much it hurts. XD I'm not much used to writing the fluffy stuff. Yes, this story is a little bit painful right now… and I can't promise it won't get worse, but I do promise that it isn't anything you can't handle. The decent to hell is easy, and Alec and Magnus both have a long and wrenching climb ahead of them.

Interestingly enough this chapter was the very first one. I was listening to this song a few days after finishing City of Lost Souls and this song can almost be blamed for this fic's entire conception.

I'm going out,
I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it's going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.

~Florence and the Machine

Hurricane Drunk

All the demons in the world would not have been as shocking to Alec as seeing Magnus chatting animatedly with the other boy. Despite the darkness of the lounge and the buzzing crowd, his eyes had picked out his ex-boyfriend's frame and gestures almost immediately. As if his brain had somehow been attuned to notice his stance; the familiar set of his shoulders, the occasional flick of the wrist…

His heart pounded and he froze, feeling like a bucket of ice had been dumped on him as he stared helplessly into the headlights of an oncoming train.

A hand – Jace's hand – miraculously reached his shoulder form some other distant universe and tugged at him, hard. Alec struggled for a moment, ignoring his parabati's insistent words and finally shrugged him off.

Not anywhere close to his usual loud self, in the dim light Magnus still looked amazing in a much more subtle, organic way. Gone was the eyeliner, the glitter, the studs and the leather, but instead he wore a tightfitting black shirt and slacks, his jet back hair hanging loosely to his neck, swaying softly as he spoke to his companion.

The other boy was pale, his hair dark – almost as dark as Alec's though his eyes were brown, not blue. On his hand, Alec noticed the flash of a bronze wolf head ring. Despite being a werewolf he was kind of handsome though, and he dressed well.

Fresh, unadulterated jealousy blossomed in Alec's heart where it grew, becoming fat and green and venomous like a snake. So maybe that made up for the lack of blue eyes, Alec thought bitterly, wishing at the same time that Jace had been more successful in coercing him into the shirt that he had been adamant Alec wear tonight.

But maybe it was just as well, he thought, remembering Magnus' words. He knew he should go. He knew he really should walk away before Magnus saw him.

Instead he stood there, the expression on his face like a train just hit him as the raw animal dug its way to the surface for the first time in two weeks.

But suddenly none of that mattered anymore. None of that mattered because just like that Magnus had looked across and their eyes had caught and so did his breath and his heart and his stomach. Cause after three hellish weeks of not seeing Magnus, the warlock was standing right there and Alec felt like a drowning man that had finally broken the surface, reaching air, unable to pull away.

His mouth felt dry. His heart pounded, blood rushing loudly through his ears as he saw the warlock excuse himself from his date and slowly make is way towards him.

"I didn't realize you were dating a werewolf."

The words were out before his mental filter had a chance to react. He hated the raw vulnerability and bitterness in his own voice.

An unidentified expression flashed through Magnus' eyes as he raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Alexander, stop."

"Stop what?" Alec could feel the tears coming. He knew better than to make a scene but all he wanted to do was to reach out and close the abyss between them, and kiss him, and apologize and beg for forgiveness.

"We are certainly not dating – not that my love life is any of your business" the warlock deadpanned, folding his arms across his chest. "Though so far he hasn't tried to kill me yet so I suppose he does have potential."

Alec felt the words like a poisonous barb of a Raum Demon.

"I would never have done it," he said – all he could say. He knew that there was no way that Magnus would ever trust him again.


A/N: Sorry it's short. I was going to finish the chapter with Magnus' POV but between work and moving to a new house and buying furniture the going's been slower than ever. Chapters might come drabble-ish for a while but I will do all I can to keep things consistent.

Anyway, on a side note, don't you just hate awkward run-ins with ex-lovers? I'll get Magnus' part up soon.