Izzy struts into the club wearing a tight, sparkling, blood red dress that barely conceals her curves. Her hair streaming in a sleek black wave down her back. She turns to make sure her companion is keeping up and to also admire her handy work.

Izzy had taken Clary at her word and had had great fun dressing her just like she always wanted. Using every technique in her arsenal to bring out the best in her willowy body. She'd arranging her hair in up at the front with the red curls tumbling down her back. She'd dressed her in dark red peasant blouse synched at the waist with a black leather under bust corset embroidered with dark red roses. Highlighting the perfection of her pale blonde skin and the gentle swell of her high breasts. She'd paired it with tight black jeans and knee high leather boots. She had to admit to herself that Clary looked hot, all long slim legs, tight high ass and pert breasts.

Izzy mutters "Hubba, Hubba," as Clary walks towards her. Shame that she's so straight, Izzy might be tempted to corrupt her.

"Well my dear, how about a couple of shots to get this party started?"

Clary appears to think about it, she's not a drinker, she's not of age yet, but her gut is still butterflies and her blood still pounding so while the hell not- anything to help her forget. To help her move forward. "Yeah sure, why not. What about ID?"

"Pfft," Izzy says with some distain, "let me worry about that. Let's go find a table then I'll go get the drinks."

Izzy arrives back at the table with 4 shots some lime wedges and what looks like salt. Clary is somewhat confused, but shrugs to herself...Go big or go home, right?

"These, my dear are tequila slammers. Guaranteed to get our party started. First you hold the wedge between for thumb and forefinger." Clary does as Izzy suggests. "Then you lick the side of the same hand and sprinkle some salt on. The lick keeps the salt in place." Izzy demonstrates and passes Clary the salt. Clary licks and sprinkles and can feel the salt drying onto her skin.

"Now take your shot into your other hand. Then you lick the salt, slam the tequila and suck on the lime. And no pauses in between each manoeuvre." Izzy grins at her and Clary gives her hands an evil look, as though they're the ones responsible for what is just about to happen.

"On three. One, two, three!"

Both girls lick, slam and suck. Izzy moans loudly, like it's the best feeling in the world and Clary screams "LIME!"

Izzy can't hold back the snort followed by a full out wide mouth laugh. "What the hell Clary off course it's lime."

Clary splutters, shaking her head as if to dispel the taste. "I just...well I just wasn't expected it to be quite so lime, you know full on lime." This just has Izzy laughing worse, having to dab her eyes to avoid mascara runs.

Izzy eventually manages to get it under control. Clary does her best to get the blushing to die down. She feels a bit stupid. Off course she knows lime to very limey.

"Well now you've found out just how ..." she hesitates, looking for the right words. "Limey, your lime is. Do you think we can drink the next one?"

Clary nods, sure that this time it won't be quite such a shock.

"Maybe for the next round we could find a willing victim and do body shots?" Izzy queries with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"What on earth are body shots?"

"If you're lucky later I'll show you." Izzy says with a smirk as the grasps her lime wedge and licks her hand.

This time Clary suppresses the need to scream lime and just let's the citrus bite blend with the tequila taste in her mouth. She licks her lips and thinks maybe the tequila and lime aren't such a bad taste after all.