Haha, I didn't expect so many reviews in such a short space of time! Well, I hope Chapter 2 lives up to what you guys were expecting... If you're thinking, "two chapters in one day? Does she only write fanfiction because she have no friends?" I swear, I have friends! I can just multi-task...

Two days earlier…

The suit tailors were at Simon and Isabelle's house, fitting Alec and Simon for their suits for the big day.

"Woah, watch it pervert!" Alec yelled as the tailor ran the measuring tape down his thigh.

"It's okay, Alec," Simon said, admiring his suit in the mirror. "He's only doing your inseam."

"He's getting very close to my shaft," he protested. Alec always had, issues, getting close to men.

"It's all good," the old tailor said, "you can get changed now."

"Thanks, Floyd," said Simon, as he approached Alec. "Thank you very much."

"Simon," Alec said, after the tailor had left the room. "I was thinking, if you want to go to Vegas without me, then it's totally cool,"

"What you talking about?" asked Simon.

"You know," he said. "Eric's your buddy, and Jace invited himself, it's your bachelor party…"

"Come on, Alec," Simon laughed. "They love you."

"I don't want you to feel as if you have to hold back because your wife's brother is there."

"It's not like that…" Simon explained. "I already told you, Alec, okay? We're just spending the night in Vegas. No big deal. Besides, you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now."

"I want you to know, Simon, I'm a still trap," Alec said. "Whatever happens tonight, I will never ever ever speak a word of it."

"Okay," Simon nodded, but he knew he was going to be good, or Isabelle would kill him. "I don't think—"

"No, seriously," Alec said. The truth be told, he didn't want his sister marrying a vampire, and would do anything to get him off the scene. "I won't tell a soul."

"Okay," Simon nodded nervously. He didn't trust Alec one bit. "I understand."

"No, Robert," Simon gasped as his soon to be father in law opened the garage door, to revealing his prized possession; his open top vintage Mercedes-Benz. "Really?" He said, looking at him.

"C'mon," he laughed. "We're family now."

"Are you sure?" Simon asked, eyeing up the car. "I mean, you love this car!"

"For the love of the Angel, it's just a car," he chuckled again. "Just don't forget to put some Armour All on the tyres once you get there so the sand doesn't seep in."

"Absolutely," Simon nodded firmly. "That's easy."

"And, eh, don't let your friend Erik drive," Robert warned him. "There's something wrong with him."

"I know," Simon agreed.

"Or Jace either," he added. "He's got a reputation."

"I will be the only one driving this car," Simon assured him. "I promise."

"Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," Robert winked as he handed Simon the keys.

"Ahh!" Simon laughed.

"Apart from herpes," Robert looked deadly serious. "That will come back with you."

"Well hold on, hold on," Jace said to his students as they got up once the bell rang. "I still need some of your permission slips, and ninety dollars for the field trip to Idris next weekend. Pay now, or forever regret missing the experience of a life time!"

How had Jace ended up in a dead teaching end job at the Shadowhunting Academy like this? Two words: Pregnant. Cunt. That pregnant cunt was now his wife of six years, and not so pregnant anymore. She had him banned from Professional Shadowhunting, and then he knocked her up. It wasn't where he had planned to be at twenty five years old.

"Thanks," he said, as he took in the remaining permission slips. Little did the students know, that the ninety dollars they had handed in was going straight to his trip to Vegas.

Running out of the school, he saw Simon and Eric (Simon's grubby little bum chum) parked outside the door in Robert Lightwood's prized possession Mercedes-Benz, Simon at the wheel of the car.

"Do we have to be so close?" Eric asked, looking away from the front of the school.

"What's wrong, Eric?" Simon asked as he thought about what creepy and totally illegal thing Eric might have done.

"I'm not supposed to be within two hundred feet of a school," he admitted.

"What?" Simon couldn't believe it.

"Or Chucky Cheese."

Simon sighed at him, and looked at him over his fancy black sunglasses.

Jace put on his brown sunglasses as soon as he slowed down to a walking pace.

"Hey, Mr Herondale," a plump boy with classes called after Jace as he got down the steps.

"Look, Nick," Jace continued walking half waving at him, although the boy was behind him. "I do not know you, you do not exist."

"Shit!" He laughed as he saw that Simon was driving Mr Lightwood's car. "Nice car. I'm driving." He said, throwing his teacher's briefcase in the back.

"No chance," Simon grinned, putting his hands on the wheel. "Don't step on the—"

He just didn't understand that Jace didn't do doors, well, not if he didn't have to. He stepped up onto the side of the car, and plonked himself in the back. "Just shut up and drive before one of these nerds asks me a question," he said, and Simon turned the ignition on. "Who's this?" Jace asked, looking at Erik.

"My friend," Simon cringed.

"I've met you like four times," Eric looked almost disappointed.

"Oh yeah," Jace remembered. "How you doin', man?"

"Don't forget your deodorant," Alec's girlfriend Maia reminded him.

"Deodorant," he said, picking it out the medicine cabinet. "Check."

"And don't forget to use it," she said. "I can totally tell, you have BO for at least three weeks afterwards if you don't use it."

"Using of the deodorant," he mimicked her patronising tone. "Got it."

"And make sure to call me right when you get to the hotel, not like that conference in Phoenix. I had to wait for two hours for you to call me."

"Yeah, I was the key note speaker." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was late for the podium."

"Well?" He said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

She moved away immediately, pretending to get something from the fridge.

"What is the matter?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said, walking in to the living room of their house. "How do I know you're not going to go to some strip club when you get there?"

"We're going to Napa Valley," he lied. "I don't even think they have strip clubs in Wine Country."

"Well I'm sure if there is one, Jace will sniff it out," she put down her coffee on the table.

"It's not going to be like that," he assured her. "Besides, you know how I feel about those kinds of things."

"I know, I know," she said. "It's just boys and their bachelor parties, it's gross."

"I know," he said, this time he wasn't lying. "It is gross," He was gay, but he had convinced his family he was one hundred percent straight. The same they would have if they knew he was gay.

"Not to mention it's pathetic,"

"Uh huh," he nodded.

"Those places are filthy,"

He nodded again. It was one of those nods you give your mum when you just want her to shut the hell up.

"And the worst part is," she continued, "that little girl grinding and dry humping the fucking stage there?" Her teeth clenched. "That's somebody's daughter up there," she said, him repeating it, a word behind her.

"I was just going to say that!" He said.

"See," she said. "I just wish your friends were as mature as you."

"They are mature, actually," he stuck up for them. "You just have to get to know them better."

Mr Lightwood's car pulled up outside their house.

"Paging Doctor Faggot," Jace called from the car.

Alec couldn't meet Maia's 'I told you so' glare.

"Doctor Faggot!" he called again.

"…I should go," Alec finally said.

"That's a good idea, Dr Faggot," Maia agreed.

Alec laughed nervously. "Have a good weekend," he said. "I'll miss you," he said, leaning in to kiss her, but again, she jerked away. He awkwardly kissed her shoulder instead, and got up.

So, did it live up to your expectations? Hopefully I won't be long in uploading Chapter 3! And yes, I do understand that some of them have a complete personality change, but it was only so they could fit into the story!