A/N: Hey there, chickas! I hope you aren't expecting a good reason for this chapter taking so long because I don't have one. I could just blame my mom, but she didn't do anything wrong. I was just not inspired or anything. So, this chapter is going to be in Magnus's point of view. It takes place at around the same time Jace arrives at the clothes store. I hope you guys enjoy it! (Quick Note: My precious Maggie-Bean is drinking! D: But, it's a girly drink, so don't worry. )

Song: Get This Party Started-P!nk (This is just thumping over the speakers in the background. Seems sort of fitting, no? ;])

Magnus sat on the sable black couch pushed off into the darkest corner, sipping on his Creamsicle Martini. His gold-green eyes raked the dance floor filled up with leather-clad bodies sweating glitter. A soft sigh left his blue tinted lips as he gently placed his drink down on the table that sat in front of him. Magnus had his ebony back hair done up in spikes around his head with glitter and blue and green coloring all throughout. Thick dark eyeliner lined his eyes and had gold glitter dusted lightly on the top. He also had on yellow eye shadow that brought out the gold flecks in his eyes easily. A smirk crossed his lips as he saw the beautiful girl he was waiting for to arrive. Skillfully, he pranced over to the gorgeous blonde and placed a chaste kiss against her cheek. As usual, her make-up was to die for! She had her eyes lined thickly by kohl eyeliner, but left her lids bare. Her lips were painted a rosy pink, as well as her cheeks. Her already thick, dark lashes adorned mascara, making her eyes look larger and brighter than usual.

Magnus grabbed her hand and guided her over to the spot he had reserved for them to talk. "So, babe, what is good?" Magnus's sultry voice came out. Camille smiled and waved her petite hand in the air.

"Business has been slow, lately. No sales and no donations. My poor employee has had nothing to do but sit and wait until closing time," she sighed in frustration, but her features soon brightened again. "And, he is so cute! Honestly, it is a crime that he is single."

Magnus glanced over at the girl, confused. "Simon Lewis? Honey, I wouldn't say he was cute or anything. I, however, am adorable," he dropped an eye lid in a wink before taking another sip of his martini. Camille rolled her eyes and propped her head up in her hand.

The many rings that usually covered her fingers had decreased over the small expanse of time that Magnus and Camille had last met. He could only silently feel sorry for the poor girl. Another man, gone from her clutches. Though, he did have to congratulate the boys who had escaped, for it was no easy task to leave a girl like that. Camille had many ups, as well as downs, to her. She was pretty, so she got a hookup easily. But, she was also demanding and pushy, which scared off the men who happened to squeeze themselves out of her trance. That was another thing about her. Camille was very good at seducing and hypnotizing her latest victims. If she did it properly, there was no way in Hell that they could escape from her, and yet, some did manage to do so. Once they did, they dumped her and ran for the hills. That was what the rings were for. She bought a new and different ring for every man she had in her clutches. If she dumped them on their asses or they dumped her, (usually the former) she would take off the ring and dispose of it. Magnus observed that her supply was running rather low this time around. He saw only about three rings glittering on her nimble fingers. He would've cried, had it not been for the make-up he'd worked so hard on. The poor girl was dying for fresh meat, and no one would comply. He would've gone out with her, had it not been for the fact that he really couldn't take the relationship seriously. They were practically siblings, so that would have interfered with the whole thing. And besides, everyone knew that Magnus really preferred guys over girls any day. Even Camille had to respect that, despite her utter disappointment.

She smirked sarcastically at him before saying, "Oh, I fired that boy a long time ago. Now, I have a new kid. He is very shy and such, but he gets the job done quickly and effectively," she grabbed his drink and took a quick sip before continuing. "By the way, babe, when are you going to come back in?" He looked up at her blazing green eyes and shrugged.

"I don't know. I just haven't had the time lately. My work is honestly getting in the way," he grumbled as he gulped down the rest of his drink. The last drops of the pink drink slid down his perfect chin as he looked over at Camille. She chuckled lowly and wiped them away. They smiled at each other before flagging down a near-by waitress. Magnus ordered another Creamsicle Martini while Camille got some Irish Coffee.

"So, how are you?" The blonde girl asked while inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. Magnus shrugged slightly and looked off into the distance.

"I don't know, hun," Magnus whispered lowly. "I think I have lost my touch!" He heard Camille gasp loudly, and he slid his gaze over to her and put on a look of pure horror. "I can't even get even a measly one-night stand! I-I'm blown away with the fact that people can resist all of this!" Magnus gestured to himself and his outfit. He had on a white asymmetrical tee that hung loosely—but nicely—around his frame. A bright tiger rose scarf was wrapped perfectly around his neck. His legs were covered by black skinny tweed pants that nipped in at all the dips and curves of the slightly defined muscles in Magnus's legs. White, thigh-high leather boots with a small wedge heel decorated his feet. Camille inwardly smirked and chastised everyone for not picking up this one fine piece of man.

She bit her lip seductively and slowly slid her way over to Magnus and reached for her Irish Coffee. She put the cup up to her pink stained lips and took a long sip. Magnus eyed her thoughtfully and smirked at her. Gold-green eyes met emerald ones before they started leaning into each other's faces. Their sweet breaths mingled before Magnus closed the short gap between the two of them. His soft lips, gently pressed against hers, were exhilarating. His hand shot up, cupping the back of her petite head. Camille gasped slightly and slid closer into the boy. Her hands lightly ghosted the back of his neck before she shoved her tongue into his mouth. He moaned slightly in response, opening his mouth a bit more to allow easier access. Both of their tongues fought for dominance for a bit, but Magnus won in the end. His capable hands snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Her eyes wrinkled as if she was giggling, which she was in fact.

Confused, Magnus pulled back and looked at Camille. A sweet smile still lingered on her mouth as he wiped away a stray mark of lipstick on her face. "What's so amusing to you?" He cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her in a daring manor.

All she could do to respond was lightly peck her lips against his. She soon regained herself and said, "Nothing is funny, per se. I just think that was quite awkward and should never be repeated." Her finger waggled in front of his nose.

Magnus scoffed and took a long swig of his drink. "You were the one who was putting on the moves, darling. I was just complying with your unspoken wishes." Camille grinned sweetly at her best friend. Her phone vibrated in her black clutch bag. Magnus sipped slowly on his drink as she scrolled through her phone.

"Ah, shit!" she whispered to herself. Magnus glanced over at her with a questioning look on his face. "It's 7:30! I have to go back to the store and close up! My poor baby must be all alone!" she winked at him and grabbed both of their drinks and tipped them back. "Of course, I could always have a few shots before I leave."

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Camille left a bit later then she had planned to. The original was that she was to have about three shots of tequila, then be off to her lovely store in a cab. Instead, she had about twenty shots of vodka and left at about seven minutes before closing time. Rolling his eyes, Magnus helped Camille stumble her way into a cab. "Take her to the store, Hot Competition, on 24th street," Magnus told the cabbie and handed him a small roll of bills. As he stood back on the street, the car flew away down the street and rounded the corner. Magnus sighed before reaching into his coat pocket and pulled out a blue cigarette. He patted his pockets, looking for his lighter with his cigarette in his mouth, when someone offered his something. He slid his gaze over to this person's hand. In said hand was a bright glitter-covered rainbow lighter. Magnus's long fingers wrapped around his lighter, and then he turned to the person who picked it up. "Camille has been drinking a lot, no?"

Magnus stood there for a moment before smirking and tackling the man that had just spoken. "Ragnor, you son of a-"

"Ah, ah, ah! No swearing around minors," he whispered to Magnus and dropped him a wink. His raven hair was spiked up in a fan formation on the back of his head with the front hanging loosely around his face. His chocolate brown eyes were rimmed by thick, dark eyeliner. He had gotten two new piercings, one on each side of the bridge of his nose, level with his eyes. Ragnor's wardrobe never changed, though. He wore a simple brown tee with a band logo on it and light blue skinny jeans that hugged his legs nicely. The spiked bracelet on his wrist slid around slightly as he pulled Magnus off of him.

Magnus rolled his eyes and lit up his cigarette. "Since when do you care? You usually swear like a sailor around babies and their mothers! These kids don't even care," he cocked an arched eyebrow at the other boy as he blew out the smoke. Ragnor wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned away. He couldn't help the chuckle that he knew was coming. Magnus smiled and let out the low chuckle and placed the cigarette back into his mouth.

"I really wish you wouldn't smoke. It's gross and it's terrible for you. You can age twice as fast as usual, and you could also lose your voice box or worse…" he let his sentence drift off as he took a deep breath and turned back around.

Magnus sneered playfully at the other boy. "Are you seriously holding your breath?" He laughed and shook his head. Ragnor nodded and crinkled his eyes at the flamboyant boy. Taking pity on him, Magnus dropped his cigarette on the sidewalk and stepped on it. "There, you can breathe," he said as Ragnor let out the air he was holding in. A quick roll of the eyes before they both whipped their heads around to see a cab speeding down the street they were at. The car slammed to a dead stop right in front of the club. A quick glance was exchanged between the boys before the door was swung open. Camille stepped out gracefully and paid the cab driver. Her golden curls were now piled up on top of her head. She licked her bottom lip seductively and winked at Ragnor.

He slowly raised his eyebrows at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, if it isn't the one and only Lady Camille Belcourt," he bowed and kissed her hand lightly.

She ripped her hand back and stormed past him. Low chuckles followed her as they all entered the club.

I think that is an okay spot to stop, right? I hope you guys enjoyed it! This is probably the most I have ever written for a fan fiction chapter, with the exception of lemons. Tells you who I like more! (*cough cough* Magnus *cough cough*) Anyways, this has a little over two-thousand words, even without any of my beta or my edits in it! So, this should be a good chapter! Once I put all of her corrections in, I shall post it, and give it a day or two before I edit the chapter. I'm lazy like that, deal with it! Besides, I am going to be all tired and junk like that, so it is for the best there is a bit of a wait.

Okay, please review! Leave me your thoughts on the chapter, especially if you want something changed/fixed! Just, no flames, please! Thanks so much! You guys keep me writing! :D

Lots of love,

Charlotte

P.S. You don't know this since FanFiction hates fun, but I wrote this in color! X3