A/N: Thanks to my guest reviewer, N, for the lovely comments! This chapter has graphic alcohol/substance abuse and vomiting! Idk if that's a trigger for anyone but I figured better safe than sorry.


"Thank god you're here," Clary said to Jace. "Are you ok? What did you blow?"

"I'm so sorry Clary!" Jace said. "I was driving Mercy," Mercy was the name of Jace's Lamborghini Aventador. "I blew 0.09!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? They got you on one fucking point?"

"Yep, and I've already talked to my lawyer. She says we can get it dismissed because the cop technically assaulted me."

"What? Are you ok?" Clary said worriedly.

"Yeah he roughed me up but nothing I couldn't handle, babe. You want to go to Valentino's still?"

"Yeah, Jace please be careful! Are you sure you're alright?" Clary said, worrying her lip between her teeth.

"I'm fine and obviously sober. I know it's late to be going out now and with no pre-gaming but the bars are open until 4 am so we have plenty of time."

"I've already had a pint of Bacardi," Clary said.

"Oh…"

"Yeah I mean, we could totally go out but I would only have like 2 drinks more and then you'd probably have to carry me home."

"We're taking taxi's every where tonight so don't worry about that."

"Eager to avoid any more legal trouble?"

"Yep. Well, as long as you want to go out let's do it. I want to get actually drunk. We can stop by Seb's house and pick up something to roll up too."

"Ohh I'd so much rather smoke than drink more."

"Then smoke we shall," Jace said pressing a kiss to Clary's lips. She kissed him back and smiled a bit goofily at him.

He hailed a cab and they got in. He gave the address of Seb's house (in Brooklyn) to the driver. They sped off into traffic and Clary squeezed Jace's hand. She looked at him, so their eyes met. Jace was wearing a fitted cap, expensive looking jeans that were artfully ripped in strategic places. He had on a black t-shirt with purple lettering it said, "Hustle Trees" in block writing. She kissed him, sinking her fingers into his curly blonde hair. It felt like spun fine silk in her fingers. The kiss started out tentative, should they be doing this in the back of a cab? Was she just giving the driver a show? She paused for a moment as her tongue slid over the entrance to Jace's mouth, did she really care if she put on a bit of a show?

No, not really.

She deepened the kiss with Jace. Jon wasn't on her mind what-so-ever and she just wanted Jace to stay there, and kiss her forever. His lips were soft and smooth, she knew he used hemp lip balm and she was glad for it. Their tongues slid together and she pressed her lips harder to Jace's. She felt Jace's hand at her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. She wanted him so much. There was a loud clearing of someone's throat and the car stopped. Clary untangled herself from Jace and saw they were at Sebastian's house.

"C'mon Jace," Clary said but he was already opening his door and taking out a twenty for the driver. There was a pretty red flush to his cheeks she hadn't seen in far too long.

They jogged inside to Seb's house and rang the buzzer. A minute later, Seb came down, he was chased by two huge dogs. "Down!" Sebastian barked at the dogs. Subsequently, both of them stopped trying to jump on the door. He opened the door and smirked at them. "Jace, my man!" They gave each other daps and Clary waived.

"C'mon up I've got the bowl packed!" Sebastian said enthusiastically.

"Thanks, man," Jace said, petting the enormous pit bulls. He took Clary's hand and led her up the steep flight of stairs to Seb's brownstone.

Upstairs was a dimly lit bachelor pad. There were pizza boxes littered everywhere. One of the pit bulls was chewing on a bit of pizza box. "Isn't it bad for dogs to eat cardboard?" Clary murmured to herself.

Jace squeezed her hand, surely to shut her up. Sebastian wasn't just a friend of Jace's he was a big time drug dealer. Jace had explained to her what Sebastian did one time. He was a drug dealer whose main push was heroin. Of course, they weren't there for heroin, Clary had no idea how someone like Sebastian had met someone like Jace. Jace was wealthy and a bit elitist. Sebastian was… poor to start off with and definitely about as far from elitist as you could possibly get. Funnily enough, Sebastian was wearing a "Hustle Trees" shirt as well.

Drake was pouring through a very out of place and very expensive looking stereo.

And my best Chris Tucker impression

Ducking your questions

Fuck your suggestions

Money gets all of my love and affection

Cars all black like the cover of essence

I'm allergic to comin in second

But I never sneeze

On the coffee table were two clear Starbucks coffee canisters full of what looked very much like OG Kush.

"You want the green hit?" Sebastian offers, breaking her from her reverie.

"Yeah sure." She says. She can feel the alcohol starting to fade minutely. Jace is probably going to have to carry her out of this dump. Sebastian passes her the bowl. "What's this?" She asks him.

"That's the pipe!" He said enthusiastically. She's holding what looks like an exact replica of Nemo, from Finding Nemo. Nemo's mouth was the opening of the pipe and the actual bowl (the place where the weed goes) was placed in his tail.

"This is adorable!" Clary squealed.

"I know!" Sebastian said.

Clary lit up the bowl and took the green hit. It was good weed, sweet and flavorful in her mouth and she exhaled without coughing. Ok, maybe Sebastian wasn't that bad. How could someone own something as cute as this and be a dick? She didn't think it was possible. They passed the bowl around and Jace and Sebastian made small talk. Sebastian worked as a bouncer at Madison Square Garden. He almost had the build for it. He was extremely tall, she wagered he was easily 6'3" but not very bulky. She could see muscles in his arms and chest but nothing that made her think that he was a bodybuilder or someone who was worthy of being a Madison Square Garden bouncer. He was kind of… cute? She sighed. Jace would murder her in her bed if she even thought about it. Why did all the boys her age have to be so… sexy? They were all sitting on the couch and she slid her hand onto Sebastian's thigh.

Jace was giving her a look like he knew exactly what she was thinking. He squeezed her hand.

"Well thanks for the bowl man, I gotta jet though, Clary's trying to make it an early night."

"What?" Clary blundered.

"Remember you have yoga in the morning?" He squeezed her hand painfully hard.

"Ouch! Oh yeah, yoga!" She said getting his meaning.

Jace was pushing her out the door before she knew what was happening and thankfully the horrendous dogs didn't follow her.

"Jace, what the fuck?" She snapped at him as soon as they were back on the street.

"What the fuck? You're joking, right? You were looking at him like you were going to eat him whole! You probably would have given him a blow job in front of me, am I right? "

"I was not!" Clary said lamely.

"Oh my god you wanted to fuck him didn't you?!" Jace snapped, as he walked toward the corner store.

"What the fuck are you doing, we need to get a taxi!" Clary said angrily.

"I need a drink!" Jace said as he flung open the door on the corner store. The little bell on the door sounded shrilly.

"Jace stop it! You know I would never!"

"Oh yes, you would!" She said, going to the alcoholic section of the store and opening one of the doors on the cooler savagely.

"Jace I'm not like that!"

Jace pulled out two 40 ounce Smirnoff Ice's and went up to the counter to pay for them. Jace pulled a twenty from his over stuffed wallet and watched as the clerk gave them puzzled looks.

Clary was close to tears. He was calling her a whore. "Jace I swear I'm not like that."

"Yes, you are." Jace snapped, accepting his change from the clerk. The clerk put the drinks in bags and Jace stormed off.

"Jace stop it!" She barked savagely at him.

"No!" He stormed off and started walking up to the main street.

"Please, Jace! I swear I wasn't going to do anything!"

He stopped and turned on a dime. "You're lying!"

She was lying but that didn't mean she wanted to lose her boyfriend because she was a borderline nymphomaniac. Tears started to flow down her cheeks. He was making her feel like such a silly whore.

"I'm sorry!" She screamed. Tears burst from her and she sat down on the filthy concrete.

Jace stopped. He couldn't stand the sight of her crying her eyes out on a Brooklyn sidewalk, quickly gathering spectators. He went to her, helped her up off the sidewalk and hugged her. "C'mon. I'm not going to leave you here." She sobbed a little louder. It seemed she was destined to have a bad night that night.

"Are you breaking up with me?" She sobbed into his shoulder as he hurried her along and up to the main road.

"No, Clary I'm not breaking up with you," Jace said, irritated.

"Yes, you are!" Clary said, now full on ugly crying. "I'm calling my brother!"

"Oh fuck," Jace said under his breath. Confrontation with Jonathan Morgenstern was not what he'd been aiming for when he went out tonight. "Babe don't do that!"

"I'm not your babe!" She snapped she savagely took one of the Smirnoff Ice bottles and went back to the eve under the roof of the corner store they'd been marching away from. She was furious.

[[ Outgoing call: Jonathan Morgenstern ]]

"Jon! Come get me, Jace and I had a fight." She said through her tears. Jon had answered on the third ring even though it was now close to two in the morning.

Jonathan sighed into the receiver and massaged his sore temple. "How much have you had to drink Clarissa?"

"Nothing more than when I was with you! That's not the problem Jon!"

"Did he hurt you?" Jon asked.

"No, but he said I was a whore." There was a noise of protest from Jace but she stamped on his foot.

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone. "I'll be there in 20 minutes. Text me your street address." Jon said.

"Thanks. See you when you get here." She looked at the street signs and sent her brother the location she was at.

"Why did you have to call him?" Jace snapped at her.

"Because! You're treating me like shit!" She bit back.

"I was going to take you home! And I didn't call you a whore, you know I wouldn't."

"I don't care. You don't trust me!"

"Of course I don't trust you! You fuck everything that moves and Sebastian was about to be next!"

"Shut the fuck up." She said savagely.

"No! You lied to your brother about me, you always lie to him about me, you love making me sound like I'm some kind of bad boy! Clary call him back!"

"No!" She opened the bottle of Smirnoff Ice and started chugging. She didn't care, she didn't want to remember this. She only stopped to breathe. Jace stood there, watching her guzzle the 40 oz bottle of booze.

"You need to stop Clary. You're going to be sick when your brother gets here and he's going to blame it on me."

She stopped chugging for a minute "I don't care. I'm pissed."

"Fuck you, Clary. He's going to beat my ass and just because you're pissed about something you did!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"I saw you put your hand on Sebastian! You were acting like a two-bit whore! There! Now when you tell him I called you a whore at least it will be true!" Jace was red in the face with fury but when Clary burst into ugly sobs again he sat down next to her and placed his arm around her.

"I hate you!" She screamed and resumed her chugging.

The bottle was empty way too quickly and nothing happened at first but then Clary could feel herself feeling sick. She waterfall puked into Jace's lap. Everything went black, moments later.


Jonathan got to the street location Clary had sent him about 15 minutes later. He parked the R8. He found Clary passed out leaning next to Jace and Jace covered in puke. "What exactly happened here?" Jonathan asked Jace, as he got his puke covered sister off the ground.

"She tried to make a move on my buddy and she stole that 40oz from me and drank it to get back on me," Jace said.

"So she gave herself alcohol poisoning to get back at you?" Jonathan asked.

"I guess so," Jace said. "Just beat my ass and get it over with, it's the only way she's going forgive me is if I have some bruises."

Jonathan shook his head. "This is her fault I'm not going to beat you up. I will say though, that if you ever let her get this drunk again I will ream you a new double wide asshole."

"That's fine," Jace said tentatively. "Can I help you get her into the Audi?"

"No, do you think she needs the hospital?" Jonathan asked.

"I doubt it. She has a pretty high tolerance." Jace said. "You can string me up if I'm wrong."

"Sounds like a good plan," Jonathan said. He popped the hatch on the R8, in the back there was a box of garbage bags. He lined the passenger side with garbage bags so she wouldn't puke on his very expensive car.

Jon carried her into the car and got in. He gave Jace a menacing look. "I swear, I have no idea what she sees in you." He got in the car and drove off. Clary murmured nonsense all the way home. Hopefully, Jon could get her inside the loft without hurting his broken ribs. They cruised through town and finally got to the parking garage. Jon parked the car and got her out of the car, carried her to the elevator and brought her into the loft all without waking their father or any of the security team. His ribs were terribly painful.

He got Clary in the bathtub and peeled off her vomit ridden clothes. As soon as they were off he ran a quick bath for her, to scrub off the filth that comes with vomiting on one's self. Clary opened her eyes briefly as he scrubbed her face. She said something in gibberish and Jon sighed. He was worried about her.

When she was all clean he laid her down in his bed. He placed Clary on her side and put a puke bucket next to her. He stripped off all his clothes and got in bed. He looked up through the sky lights at the twinkling stars. He saw a shooting star and wished out loud, "I want Clary to take her meds." He sighed and rolled over opposite Clary.


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