The buzz of the tequila gives Clary the courage to close her eyes and feel the beat of the music pulse through her. She lets her hips sway, her hands rise in the air. The crush of the people dancing around her disappears, she allows herself to feel free, lost in the crowd almost happy for the first time in what seems like forever.
Every now and then a pair of hands grab her hips, a solid body grinds into her and she lets herself feel the heat for a minute, but knows instantly that the smell is wrong, the body is not the right height and the fingers lack the strength that she needs. So she slips away disappointed, but not heart broken. She refuses to let this break her. She allows to music to sooth her, lets the tempo guide her and revels in the trickles of sweat running down between her breasts.
"Why are we here again?" Whines Alec, rolling his eyes as Jace pushes him through the door of the club.
"Because you, you asshole are getting married. Because I need to forget [my sister] and because...well just fucking because!" He wasn't ready to confront his personal reasons for needing to hit the bar. Best to let Alec believe that it was impending vows that have them here.
Jace couldn't believe that Alec had agreed to marry Lydia. He knew why, but he just couldn't...could not get behind the idiot throwing his happiness away. Especially he knows what it feels like to have his own ripped from him. Alec may not understand now, but the first time he falls in love with some guy. He going to realise just exactly what he's done by not following his heart.
Jace drags a reluctant Alec towards the bar. Alec doesn't drink much, but Jace was determined to at least get him drunk enough to have it out, maybe get him to see sense.
Jace orders himself a double whisky and Alec some frothy fruity thing, subconsciously hoping to remind him of a certain Warlock, but mainly so he can't detect the huge amounts of alcohol in it.
Alec scans the crowd, looking through glamours and checking their safety. It's instinct, drilled in from an early age- Always be aware of your surrounding, always be prepared. He spots the odd downworlder, not too many, nothing to worry about. He spots a flash golden red in the crowd on the dance floor. His eyes zero in and he's really not surprised to see his sister and Clary. It's just his luck that they both happened to come to the same club.
"Alec.."
He spins round putting himself between Jace and the dance floor. Maybe if he can distract him, he'll keep Jace from seeing the girls.
"What this?" He says holding up the drink- well he thinks it's a drink, the cherry and pineapple dangling into the white liquid make it look more like pudding.
"Just shut up and drink it. I guarantee you like it." Jace says with an eyebrow wiggle.
Alec wants to slap himself in the face. Did Izzy learn that from Jace or did he learn it from her. Doesn't matter really it still feels too close to flirting for Alec's comfort.
Alec downs half the drink in one go. Trying to get the heat rising up his neck to just go away- fuck just get control. He's tempted to step aside and let Jace see the girls. Maybe even point them out so that he doesn't have to deal with Jace. But in the end he cares about Jace far to much, wants to protect him from any more pain and hell this is their night.
"Hey slow down. The night has just started." Jace laughs as Alec swirls the rest of the drink and pours it down his throat. He hands the glass back to Jace, but plucks out the pineapple before fully letting go.
"Another?" Jace asks with a smirk. Alec nods whilst biting through the pineapple. Jace just shakes his head in amusement and turns back to face the bar. Alec quickly turns, whilst Jace is distracted to check out the girls. He's relieved to not be able to see them anymore, so turns his back and waits for Jace to bring him another fruity fuck me...he smirks at his own joke.
Clary feels small soft hands running over her arms, a distinct waft of vanilla and spice fills her senses. A softer body presses into her back than her previous partners.
"Don't look now, but we have company."
Clary stiffens at Izzy's words. Not sure what she means, but she opens her eyes, blinking at the lights pulsating around her. She's had her eyes closed so long it's like waking up from a deep sleep. She's not sure where she shouldn't be looking, but Izzy's hand gentle pushes her cheek so she's looking at the bar, if not facing it. Leaning into Izzy's soft curves, she scans the crowd at the bar and jolts upright when she realises that one of the backs is very familiar- Alec.
She releases the breath that she'd now realised that she'd been holding since Izzy had spoken. She sees Alec toss some pale drink down his throat, which shifts his position enough that she gets a glimpse of the blonde standing in front of him. Before she even thinks about it she is pulling Izzy towards the back of the dance floor, as far away from the bar as possible. She doesn't want him to see her, she doesn't want to see him. She turns away from the bar, her heart trying to beat out of her chest. Swinging back round she takes in her surroundings. There doesn't seem to be any exit that doesn't involve walking past the bar.
"Hey...hey look at me." Izzy holds Clary's cheeks getting her to look directly at Izzy.
"They can't see us. Just ignore that they are here. Tonight is all about us having fun. Forget him, fuck him..." Izzy grins at her. Clary can't help but give Izzy her seriously look -head to the side, eyes wide, both eyebrows raised!
"No, no I mean don't fuck him. That's disgusting he's my brother." A shocked look crosses her face when she realises what she's just said, before she just doubles over holding onto Clary's arm, shaking as a loud snort followed by the most unladylike chortle escapes her.
Finally she stops laughing. She does her best to control the smirk, wiping the tears away from her eyes. She's pretty sure that Clary's not ready to see the funny side of this situation, but hopefully she'll forgive her for doing exactly that.
"I'm sorry, but you really are screwed." She tells the unimpressed girl in front of her. She pulls Clary into a quick hug. "I think it's time for more tequila and my first statement still stands, tonight we ignore them and have fun. Deal?"
It's all Clary wants, so she's shaking Izzy's outstretched hand before she can talk herself out of it.
"Okay, excellent, good." She's relieved that Clary is still up for it, even with the boys being in the club. "Let's go find us some pretty victims to go to the bar for us then. Maybe they'll be pretty enough to lick"