Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments. Here we go...Sebastian's POV!
It's a Friday night, I'm 18, yet here I stand, outside an immortal warlock's glitter-soaked apartment, preparing to slaughter a bunch ofShadowhunters. I wonder how normal people spend their Fridays...
I crash into the house, not bothering with that doorbell. I hear the warlock's ridiculous hoots from a back room, so I follow the sound. When I find my way, I find Isabelle, shirt almost completely unbuttoned, giggling and grinding up again a distraught, weepy Simon. Wine and whiskey bottles are strewn through the room. Alec is shoving the warlock, who is contentedly watching the horrible scene that is unfolding in the center of it all. My sister and sort-of-brother have collided, and are crashing to the floor, laughing wildly. Their hands are wandering to places that I would hardly be described as platonic. No one seems to notice me. I run to the middle of the room and throw myself between Jace and Clarissa, ripping them apart. My darling brotherish proceeds to punch me and knock me into Isabelle's lap, which she doesn't seem to mind. I slip away into a peaceful, fiery oblivion.
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is a buzzing in my head and bad balance. Okay, so I'm drunk. Great. Now how am I supposed to kill them? There's a girl lying across me, wearing a green lacy brassiere and shorts. Upon closer inspection, I can see that it's Isabelle. She's unconscious. I rub my lips together, only to feel lipstick smudge. When I blink, mascara tickles under my eyes. They've gotten me drunk and made me a drag queen in my sleep. I wonder which one of these pits of glitter contains my dignity.
I slide Isabelle off me and stagger off to the bathroom so that I can wash the makeup off and leave before they can get a good, sober look at me. Of course, it has to be waterproof...all I can get off is the lipstick.
When I return to the room, Clarissa is curled up in Jace's lap, giggling and making shadow puppets. Please, don't ask me to explain. Jace is doing the voices for her little show.
"Well, hello there, Ms. Bunny Rabbit." He boomed in a deep voice. "How are you?"
"Quite well, thank you. How about this weather?" Clarissa chimes in a falsetto.
"It's treacherous, just treacherous. It almost killed me when I was taking my pet aardvark, Sam, on a walk." Jace returns.
I try to face palm, but just clatter to the ground. I almost land on Alexander's feet. He's having a heated argument (a bit one-sided) with the warlock, who is, apparently, craving a waltz.
"Dance with me, Alexander!"
"You never return my fire messages, and when you do it's always, like, 'lol' or 'omg'. I pour my heart out and that's what I get in return?! We're done!"
Magnus had given up on a partner, and was now twirling around the room all by his lonesome.
Suddenly, Isabelle bops up to a sitting position and makes direct eye contact with me. "So, Sebastian. Truth or dare?"