A/N: So, this chapter was like the funnest thing to write evarrrr. Seriously. I had a ball. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, FYI, I posted an alternate version to the scene at the club last chapter. It involves le smut hehe. You'll see it on my profile if you wanna check it out. Will be posting the next chapter soon along with the first chapter to the second part of my Love Will Destroy Us All fic due to popular demand. After I finish up these two fics, I'm still kinda hoping to transition to writing original works. Let's hope that happens heh.

"God, does he ever shut up?" Magnus says incredulously as he shuts the door to his apartment behind Alec who had just shoved a stumbling Jace though it. Jace, however, is totally unfazed and continues his angry rant about how terrible mundane music is and how they should never have gone to Pandemonium on a Monday night and so on and so forth, not even bothering to check if anyone is even listening.

"Not usually." Alec strides over to the nearest couch and plops down on it, clearly exhausted. "It gets worse when he's been drinking, too. Instead of just storming off to beat things angrily, he starts venting while beating things angrily."

Magnus strolls over to Alec and sits next to him gracefully. "Should I give him something to eat? At least it'll keep his mouth occupied for a bit."

"Not likely." Alec frowns. "He's not big on food. Or manners."

Magnus wrinkles his nose in disgust as if the thought of someone talking with their mouth full is so distasteful to him, his delicate sensibilities would be offended.

"Hmm. Let's give him some fairy juice then."

"What?"

"You heard me." Magnus smirks roguishly at Alec, who shifts his weight uncomfortably on the red sofa.

"I dunno…"

"Oh come on. He's pretty sloshed already so combined with the fairy magic he won't remember a thing. Tell me you haven't always wanted to mess with Jace."

Alec's face slowly breaks into a grin. "Well, alright. As long as you swear he won't remember."

Magnus has a devilish twinkle in his eye that makes Alec blush as he leans forward and whispers into his ear. "Have I ever led you astray before?"

Alec gulps when Magnus pulls back, winks at him, sparkling gold lips still pursed in a smirk, and saunters toward his mini-bar.

Jace has now whipped out the shortsword that he insisted on bringing with him to the club and is readying to attach the coatrack by the door, yelling obscenities at it. From what he's shouting, you'd think the coatrack at slept with his mother and then called her a whore.

"Yellow-bellied weasel! Fight me like a man!" He charges at it, brandishing his sword about menacingly. Alec tackles him in the nick of time. The sword flies through the air and lands a few paces away with a clang as the boys crash to the floor. Jace proceeds to flail threateningly at Alec, turning his full fury on him.

"You want a piece of me, too, huh? Well, bring it, blue eyes! I'm ready for you!" His face skids across the side of Alec's jaw with minimal force. Alec notes that if Jace had been sober, he probably wouldn't be standing anymore. The dark-haired boy wrestles his parabatai back to the ground, pinning him down with all of the strength he has. He's had a few drinks himself, but not nearly as many as Jace has had. As Alec meets Jace's glare with his own gaze, Jace's brow suddenly furrows with bemusement.

"Well. That's a clever glamour you've got there. Did Magnus help you with it? A false second head definitely makes things a bit more complicated." Alec's eyes widen in confusion until Jace wriggles his arm free since Alec's grip had slackened in surprise. Jace lands a solid punch on the air a few inches left of Alec's left ear and Alec realizes what Jace had meant. He's so drunk he's seeing double. Alec stifles a laugh.

"Damn. 50/50 shot, I guess," grumbles Jace in disappointment.

Alec releases Jace and jumps to his feet, backing away before Jace can attempt to attach him again. "Magnus!" Alec shouts, not taking his eyes off of Jace. "Come quick! He's feeling feisty!"

Immediately Magnus reappears with an ornate silver platter full of tiny shot glasses full of various brightly-colored liquids. Alec looks worriedly from Jace to the tray as if reconsidering the whole thing when his feet disappear from under him and he lands painfully on his rear. Jace's leg is outstretched next to him, and a smug look is plastered on his angular face.

Irritation quickly stamps out Alec's previous concern for his friend's wellbeing and he turns to look up at Magnus who is still holding the tray. "Hit him."

Magnus grins and blue sparks travel from his fingers to a glass filled with bright yellow liquid that have flakes of what looks like gold floating about in them. The sparks surround the glass, lifting it into the air and carrying it over to Jace. It hovers tauntingly in front of his face and succeeds in distracting him from his gloating. The golden-haired boy triumphantly plucks the glass before saying, "Finally. Someone who knows what's up. A proper man of action." He salutes the armchair next to Magnus and pounds the liquid gold.

When cleared of its last drop, the glass vanishes without a trace and so does Jace. Alec begins to frantically search for his friend when he hears amused chortling coming from above his head. When he looks up, he sees that Jace is against the ceiling, his back pressed to it as though he were laying down on it. Alec and Magnus's eyes meet and they both start to crack up as well.

The warlock had prepared shots of almost everything for all three of them, so within minutes, Alec and Magnus are crawling around on the ceiling with Jace. When the effects of the juice wear off, they move on to the second drink. It's a dark green that somewhat resembles sludge and it makes them all grimace as they down it. The terrible taste is quickly forgotten about, however, as they tear through the apartment chasing each other down in the form of mini-panthers, roughly the size of Yorkshire terriers. With each drink, they become more inebriated, but Magnus and Alec still mostly have their wits about them. Magnus comments on how impressed he is with how Jace can hold his liquor. Alec mentions that in all the time he's known Jace, he's never once seen him throw up or pass out from drinking.

"What about the slurring and swaying, though? Is that normal?"

"Eh, not really. He's had way more to drink tonight than in a really long time. Probably has something to do with Clary. I dunno if you caught that performance on the dance floor tonight but it was sure something. I wonder what's up with them."

Magnus smiles slyly and mutters, "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Here. Drink." Magnus hands Alec and Jace two more shot glasses, these ones filled with a maroon liquid that has glowing pink swirls in it. "Bottoms up!"

The next moment, Magnus is staring at his own face where Jace was sitting a moment ago. He looks to where Alec was sitting and sees Jace. He snaps his fingers, but smacks his forehead when nothing happens.

"Right," he says in Alec's voice. He turns to face himself. "Jace."

Jace (Alec) looks at Magnus (Jace) and his face is puckered in an amused smile so unguarded and sincere that it's more startling to behold than Magnus's (Jace's) now totally plastered-looking face.

"Jace," repeats Alec (Magnus), finally garnering his attention. "Think of a mirror and snap your fingers."

Magnus (Jace) obliges and is promptly flattened by an enormous antique mirror, that Jace (Alec) recognizes as the one in Jace's room back at the institute.

"You could have thought of a smaller one, you know." Alec (Magnus) and Jace (Alec) laugh as Magnus (Jace) struggles under the mirror. After he succeeds in sitting back up, he scowls at Alec (Magnus), his features contorting in such a way that it's obvious Magnus's face never makes that expression.

Alec (Magnus) leans over and snatches the mirror with ease. He proceeds to admire Alec's features that are reflected back at him when he gazes into it with a look that exudes sexual confidence. Jace's (Alec's) looks so mortified and horror-stricken that he almost looks totally unlike the blond-haired Shadowhunter who never gets embarrassed.

"If I have your abilities, do you have Alec's?"

"I suppose so. Let's check it out."

Jace (Alec) sidles over to Alec (Magnus) and pulls Jace's stele out from his pocket. He begins to mark the warlock inhabiting his own body with an agility rune, which is applied without a hitch. Alec's (Magnus's) face looks down at the rune in amazement.

"Woah! That's my stele! I thought this was just a glamour, but I guess that would explain the power swap, too." Magnus (Jace) is pointing his long tanned fingers at the stele, but gets distracted by the golden nailpolish on his fingertips. "Gah!"

"It's an actual body swap. We don't just look like each other, we actually are each other. Feel for yourself." Alec (Magnus) simpers Shadowhunter-turned-warlock as if he's getting a kick out of watching his own body sway around drunkenly when Magnus (Jace) tentatively moves a hand to his hair only to encounter a forest full of sharp and glittering black spikes. He then slides his hand down over the many earrings covering his ears before proceeding to invasively rummage through the pockets of his multi-colored clothes.

Jace (Alec) has stretched his arms out before him and is running one of Jace's thin pianist hands flecked white with battle scars slowly from his wrist to his shoulder, taking in the sensation of his skin and muscles. His hand runs through the soft mane of tousled blond locks before moving down over his face, inspecting each inch of it. Finally, his hand drops to the tight black t-shirt he's wearing, feeling every sculpted part of Jace's chiseled torso.

When he becomes aware that his own face is grinning devilishly at him, he abruptly removes his hand, his face turning into a color somewhat reminiscent of red wine.

"Oh, don't worry. He's quite occupied at the moment, and won't notice at all. Go for it." They both look at Magnus (Jace) who is practicing floating objects towards him. He's getting the hang of it pretty rapidly, but on occasion, things move faster than he anticipates and whack him in the face.

Jace (Alec) looks back to find Alec (Magnus) pulling his jeans out a bit to peer down into them. Mortified, he lunges at him.

"Magnus! What in the name of the Angel do you think you're doing?!" He miscalculates in his tipsy state and ends up toppling over next to him instead of on him.

"What? Like you don't want to take a peak, too? Might be your only change…"

Jace (Alec) looks away for a second in bashful contemplation before shaking his head.

"God, Magnus, no! It would be… wrong…"

"Maybe we should take another shot and see if I change into Jace, that way you can enact all of your fantasies on me."

This time Jace (Alec) looks away, pained. Alec (Magnus) smiles sympathetically at the golden-eyed boy and leans forward, capturing his mouth with his own. Jace (Alec) looks taken aback and both he and Magnus (Jace) let out a cry of slight disgust and alarm.

"Hey! Those are my lips and I certainly didn't consent to that!" Magnus (Jace) has forgotten all about the tiny puppy he's just conjured and it bites him on the hand, recapturing his attention.

"Magnus!" exclaims Alec. "It's way too weird to kiss myself."

"Good thing the magic is about to wear off, then."

"How can you tell?" The next second, everyone is back to their own bodies. Magus snaps his fingers and the puppy disappears just as it had started running from Jace.

"Impressive," Jace comments.

"Alright. Final drink of the night." Magnus floats and opaque sparkling opal drink in front of his companions' faces and they all empty their glasses.

"Good, because it's getting late, and I don't think Jace can handle being awake too much longer." Alec speaks as though Jace is the only one who has been affected by the fairy juice, but his dropping eyelids and slight slur indicate otherwise.

"I… I… resemble that!" Jace stammers, as though he keeps forgetting what he was saying. He looks confused for a moment, but moves quickly past it. "Resent that? Whatever. Go on, Alec. I know you just want to get rid of me so you can smooch the sparkly warlock." Jace hiccups and his brow furrows as he realizes what he just said. Alec's face has paled in shock. Magnus half coughs, half laughs in disbelief.

"Did I just say sparkly warlock?"

Alec grasps for words, looking as though he's about to protest or deny what Jace just said, but all that comes out is, "That's the part you're having trouble believing you said?!"

"Huh. I have no idea why I just said that."

"It's call Lie No More. Fairies use it when interrogating, but it's become a party favorite amongst Downworlders. It may cause a few brawls, but those are typically welcome at parties. It makes the imbiber speak their mind completely and respond honestly to any direct question they've been asked."

"Oh God." Alec looks like he's just swallowed a pufferfish, and Jace, while mildly concerned-looking a moment, gets distracted by a button that's come loose from one of his pant pockets.

"Jace," Alec presses. "Did you hear what he just said?"

"What? Oh yeah, truth-telling. No secrets. Very bad. Not good. Not… good… where the hell did that button just go!?"

As Jace starts scrambling around looking for the button that just popped off, an idea dawns upon Alec and he looks excitedly at Magnus who just nods knowingly back at him.

"I might need a little help here, 'cause I'm not exactly totally sober myself."

"You are still incredibly tightly wound for not being sober. I've got some non-magic liquor in the back to help you relax if you like. Perhaps after Jace goes to sleep?"

Alec's sheepishness returns and he brushes right past what Magnus said. "It's good if I keep my wits about me if I'm going to get anything out of Jace. He will murder me, though, if he finds out what I'm about to do. I reallllly hope you're right about his forgetting everything."

"Don't worry so much, Mr. Lightwood. You can trust me." Magnus winks. "By the way, is it true? What Jace said?"

Alec looks like he's dreading what is about to happen. "What do you mean?"

Magnus grins as he notices Alec nervously stalling. "You know what I mean. That you want to smooch me in all of my sparkly glory. Is that true?"

Alec's eyes are now the size of saucers and he can feel his heart jump into his throat as he tries to fight the fairy magic. "Yeee-aaa-ssss….."

"That's what I thought." Magnus is all smiles. "But you haven't made your feelings clear because of Jace, huh?"

"Ppp-aaa-rrr-ttt-lll-yyyy."

"You feel like you'd be betraying him somehow even though you've never told him how you feel about him either. But he is your first, and so far only, love, huh? I bet you haven't ever even been kissed, have you?"

"Nnnn…oooo…"

"Well, I hope you'll get over this whole Jace thing. It's preposterous anyway. Besides, I'd really like to give you your first kiss." Alec barely looks human at this point with his eyes so wide and his skin so red. He can't even form words at this point, so he's just sitting there gawking at the flirtatious warlock.

"What's this?" Jace has made his way across the room and is poking at a large fluffy ball on top of another fluffy ball. The top ball starts writhing around and emitting strange-sounding noises. Jace jumps back in alarm and sinks into a defensive posture, waiting for the fluff ball to attack. Magnus is suddenly on his feet and rushing over to Jace.

"You woke up Chairman Meow! Now he's going to be grumpy and pace around the house for the next hour before he can fall back asleep. He's very particular as all good familiars are." Magnus scoops up the cat and rocks him in his arms cooing at him like he's a little baby. Turning his attention irritatedly back at Jace he points at the couches and says, "You! There! Now!"

They march back to the couches and sit down, Chairman Meow snuggling up on his owner's lap. Magnus snaps his fingers and a plate of pomegranates cut into quarters appears on Jace's lap.

"There. That should entertain you." It does. Jace immediately starts meticulously peeling away the skins from the seeds and separating the seeds from the rest of the fruit. Magnus looks at Alec, jerking his chin at Jace as if to say, 'Now's your change. Go on.'

Alec nods in response and grabs a pomegranate quarter from the plate. Jace growls at him, but lets him take it. As Alec is casually peeling the fruit, he takes on a conversational tone and says,

"So… you and Clary sure have been spending a lot of time together lately."

"I've been training her." Jace doesn't look up, engrossed in his work.

"Yeah… I heard… How's that going?" Alec's trying his best to keep things casual.

"Fine, I guess. She's a fast learner, but I dunno… She's holding back something."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I just feel like she has a potential that she's unwilling to tap in. Something raw, primal, passionate. It reminds me of me. When I fight, I feel this surge of power coursing through my veins and I just let loose. It's like the only time I feel like I can really be me."

"Yeah, I get that. I think all Shadowhunters feel that to some extent, but I definitely see it in you more than others. I don't know about Clary, though. She seems so… reserved."

"She's afraid. I keep trying to push her, to get her to let go, but she's fighting me so hard."

"What is she afraid of?"

"Herself? What would happen if she stopped holding on so tight, trying to be in control. I don't know. She makes me insane."

"What do you mean? Why would she make you insane?" Alec shoots a sideways glance at Magnus whose attention is wholly occupied by stroking Chairman Meow.

Jace goes silent for a minute. "I don't know. She just does. She makes me feel things. Weird things. Things I've never felt before. I can't explain it, but it makes me do things that I wouldn't normally and it freaks me out. I've never been like this before and I just don't know what to do. The only thing I can think about is her, but I don't even get why."

Alec's face darkens as he asks his next question. "Do you… like her?"

Jace looks at Alec when he says this and with a sarcastic smile says, "Of course I like her. Why shouldn't I like her? You like her alright, don't you?"

"You know that's not what I meant. Are you interested in her… romantically…?"

"Did you really just say that?" Jace scoffs derisively. "What're we? Twelve year old girls? Besides, what does that even mean? 'Romantically.' If you're asking whether or not I want to bang her, sure, whatever, I can admit I think she's hot, but what's tripping me out is the fact that that's not all. Though we don't talk about it, and the only reason we're talking about it now is because of that stupid fairy juice, I know you and Izzy are well aware of my what my usual 'romantic' escapades are like. Hit it and quit it. Easy, mess-free, drama-free. That's how I like it. But with Clary… I just don't know. It's like I want more than that and I don't know how to handle that. I don't even know what the 'more' that I want is. So I just get frustrated and take it out on her, thinking that if I can just be with her, things will make sense and I'll understand what's going on."

Alec looks totally resigned at this point. Magnus has looked up at Alec and is watching him intently. "Well, have you told her that you feel this way?"

"Feel what way? That's the problem. I don't even know how I feel. I'm just pushing her and trying to take what I want from her on just the surface level, hoping it'll clear things up, but she's not willing to let me do it. In fact, she's been acting weird and uncalled for, especially tonight."

"Jace. I don't know what has happened between the two of you, but it sounds like you need to tell her that you like her. Well, I guess before that you need to figure out if you want to try to pursue a relationship with her, if you want more than to be physical with her."

Jace coughs as he swallows some seeds. "What?! A relationship? What does that mean?"

"Don't be thick, Jace. You know full well what a relationship is. Well, okay, maybe you don't, but you know that when two people like each other, they agree to be physically and emotionally intimate with only each other."

"Emotionally intimate? What's that like? Spilling our deepest darkest secrets?"

Alec rolls his eyes. "Maybe, but it just means trusting the other person with your heart… oh nevermind… you'll figure it out one day. Hopefully… Anyway, just… talk to her… tell her how you feel even if that means telling her that you don't know how you feel. Just say what you said to me just now."

"But why? None of it makes any sense and I'm not even saying anything really."

"Ugh. You're so bad at this, Jace. Just… do it. For her sake. Trust me on this one, it'll make your life easier. I promise."

Jace just shrugs as he pops the last of the seeds in his mouth. His eyelids are drooping and he puts the plate on the ground as he stretches out on the couch lazily. Alec looks at Magnus who nods and smiles reassuringly.

"Good job. I think at his current state of emotional maturity, that's probably the best you can get out of him. Hopefully he'll take your advice."

"But if he doesn't remember anything tomorrow, how can he?"

"Fairy magic is interesting. It can leave an impression of the night before or lingering wisps of thoughts from conversations, but in a ghostly way. It's possible that tomorrow he'll have thoughts that he has no idea were put there by anyone else."

"Huh. Interesting."

"Looks like he's passing out." Magnus stands and places Chairman Meow on the floor next to the couch. He extends his hand to Alec and says, "Here. There's something I want to show you. It's in my bedroom."

Alec flushes, but says nothing as he takes the warlock's hand with his own and follows him out of the room. The last thing he hears is Jace snoring and the last thing he sees is Magnus's face closing in on his as he's pressed against the handsome man's bedroom wall.

A/N: Sorry if there was some confusion with the body swap stuff. I tried to make it as clear as possible while still allowing the mental image of what is happening to be as vivid as it could be. Let me know if you think I should change it somehow to make it easier to read, though. But come on, drunk Jace? Ehhh? Ehhhh? So freaking fun to write. Loved every minute of it. Also hope this cleared a bit up when it comes to Jace's past actions. He's just a trouble teenage boy having difficulties with his feels. Cut him some slack hehe. As always, reviews = love, so leave me some lovin'! You guys are the best! Muak!