Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments. I know this one's short, but we've got an extra-special guest coming soon, so just be patient!
He met her eyes evenly. "Dare." I could see he was getting pretty tipsy. A random smile was creeping across his face. I could feel a similar one creeping across mine as well, and everything was a little foggy. Plus, my balance was...less than present.
Izzy, who still seemed to be sober enough to see that we were really getting smashed, didn't need our help with her dare. "Stand facing Clary and see how close you can get without actually touching." His grin widened dangerously. I felt like I would need to get up soon. The idea horrified me. How will I do this? I could crawl to Jace and be pulled up, or I could push myself to my feet. Decisions, decisions...maybe I'll just stand up normally. Yeah.
"Come on over, little lady. Step right up." Jace waggled his eyebrows at me in a way that suggested I really shouldn't approach this drunk version of him without a...I can't quite think of it now, but I know it's sharp, at least. He's having some standing issues as well. I yank him up, which brought me down beside him. We find our way up a minute later. We're standing about a foot apart, his smirk now impossibly wide. Then I realize that I'm smiling too. I'm not sure why, though. The thought frightens me. I try and take a step towards him and go crashing into him. So I guess, that's the end of that dare.