Chapter 7 is here and it's another long one: So the squad is all at Magnus' Halloween party. It seems Jace has decided he wants Clary, but is he going about it the right way? It seems he might have some competition for Clary's affections. Jonathan makes his creepy appearance at the party as well. There's some Malec and Sizzy too…and, of course, a bit of nerdy fun. Enjoy!
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: contains elements of dubious consent, non-consent, and drug use (Rated M).
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Previously: "Jace had a feeling she very well may be his endgame and he would be a fool to let her go…sure he'd give her space. He'd just make her want him to be in her space…"
Clary fastened her weapons belt around her hips, snapped a thigh holster on her right leg, and slid tight leather fingerless gloves on her hands. Sitting down on her bed, she slid her tall leather boots up over her knees. The heels were pretty high, she hoped her feet wouldn't hurt too badly tomorrow. Standing up she walked over to her full-length mirror to inspect the final result. She zipped the front of her long sleeved latex catsuit as far up as possible, but it still exposed an ample amount of her cleavage. The lace pushup bra Izzy forced her to buy helped with that. She turned slowly around, raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips at how the all black ensemble hugged her curves mercilessly. Does my butt really look that good? Well, it certainly leaves little to the imagination. Thanks Izzy, she thought sarcastically to herself. She wondered if Izzy was ready yet. She had stormed out this morning to go see Jace. When she returned and offered (more like demanded) to do Clary's makeup, she seemed different, more thoughtful. She hadn't brought Jace Herondale up again. Good.
At breakfast this morning she had finally told Izzy about her night with Jace. Of course I left out the morning sex…in his bed, in the shower, on his bathroom counter…baby steps with Izzy. She really doesn't want me with him, so afraid he'll hurt me. Izzy saw her hickey the day after, when she got home from Jace's. That had been a week ago. The love bite was now gone, but Izzy was still bothering her about who gave it to her. Clary had refused to tell her. This morning, after much whining and prodding and a few mimosas, Clary had let it slip about her night with Jace. Izzy's eyes had bugged out of her head and she waved her hands around.
"Jesus, Clary! No no no! Why did you let him…that fucker! I told him to stay the fuck out of your panties. Please don't tell me you're all hypnotized by his dick now…he is such a player! Do you know how many of my friends he has– Damnit! Did he get you drunk? Did you do ecstasy? Were you high? Do NOT fall for his bullshit, Clary. Run! Look, he is not a bad person, you know he's another brother to me. He's just bad boyfriend material! He is a no-commit, one and done-ing, boob-loving, man-whore…a fuckboy." Clary had just stared open mouthed at her friend, blinking with wide eyes. Did Izzy have a name-calling thesaurus or something? Clary took a deep breath. She was…a lot.
"Um…First of all, I don't do drugs, asshole. Second, it was totally consensual, Iz. You know Jace better than that. Look, I needed to forget about all of the– the bullshit with the case. I told you about that Hodge Starkweather dick closing it." Clary stammered nervously. "Don't worry. It was just sex and it's over. He hasn't hypnotized me or anything. Geez. It's done and won't happen again. I was just in need of an– um orgasm and he– anyway. Done, okay?" She couldn't tell Izzy that it was the best sex she had ever had…or that she secretly thought about Jace. A lot. He had been so good to her after her parents…She had started feeling more than physical attraction to him these past few months, during her visits to the precinct. But, Izzy made very valid points. Clary knew she should listen to her. He wasn't a relationship guy. She had heard that over and over. As far as Clary knew he'd never had a serious girlfriend. She would have to leave their night where it belonged. In the past. She had told Jace as much. But he had tried to change the rules.
When she was getting ready to shower, the morning after their night together, he had asked when they could see each other again. This took her by surprise. She told him that it couldn't happen again, that she wasn't looking for anything serious and that she knew he wasn't either. They had the same circle of friends, so it would be too awkward for a 'friends with benefits' thing. So, that was off the table. He had seemed disappointed at first. Which confused Clary. He obviously wasn't used to hearing such things from women. But then, he just agreed with her. It wouldn't happen again. Then he kissed her passionately, got in the shower with her and it happened again…and again. He was so hard to resist and he knew that. It was tough to leave at all that morning.
She slid her fake gun into her thigh holster, and stored mints, her keys, ID, lip gloss, and her new phone in the pockets of her weapons belt. All the essentials. She sighed. I'm not looking for a relationship right now…I think I need something or someone to keep me occupied. He's not that guy. If I let him in, I might fall in love with him. He's too close to…everything. My parents. It still hurts so much. I miss them. Shit. Stop it. I need to go out and enjoy myself, like Izzy said…find some cute guy to makeout with that I never have to see again. No strings. Why do the guys get to have all the fun? Moving on…I have to.
She gave her makeup and hair a final look. Scrunching her long red curls, she shook her head and smiled into the mirror. Izzy really knew how to do hair and makeup. She had given Clary's eyes a sexy look with winged black liner and shimmery shadow in shades of gray, which made her green eyes stand out. On her lips she wore a red stain, with clear lip gloss. It was way more makeup than Clary ever wore, but she went with it. If she doesn't end up pursuing something in Psychology, Izzy could be a stylist. She's an artist in her own right.
Clary walked out of her room towards the living room, where she could hear the distinct woom woom of a lightsaber rising and falling in volume. Obviously, there was a Jedi in her apartment. Again. As she turned the corner to enter the room, she saw a cloaked figure swinging a green lightsaber around like a samurai warrior. He was completely absorbed in whatever imaginary battle he had concocted in his amazing brain. Clary smiled and shook her head. She loved Simon Lewis so much. He was the best.
"Hey Obi-Wan, where's your special lady friend? I want to do a shot!" Clary shouted.
Simon screeched and jumped. Startled, he whirled around and saw Clary giggling across the room. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he looked her up and down. She twirled around to give him the full effect.
"Oh shit! Holy Scarlett Johan– Fray, you cannot wear that! Nope! Every guy or girl in that place will jizz in their pants. What did Izzy do to you? Not on my watch!" Simon dropped his lightsaber, whipped his Jedi cloak off and ran over to Clary, trying to wrap her in it. Clary shoved him back, snatching the material from his hands. "Black Widow. You look just like her. Your belt, the gun…Legit! I mean you would own Comic Con! Shit. We should go again this year…Wait! I thought you wanted to go as Alina from Shadow and Bone. At least that costume coat thing would cover your…your–" Simon gestured at her chest, his eyes taking in her cleavage and blushing.
"Eyes up here, perv. Boobs, Simon. They're my breasts. You took anatomy in high school, right?" She put her hand under his chin and pulled his face up, even with hers. "Stop trying to body shame me, jerkface. Calm your ass down. And that 'costume coat thing' is called a Kefta. We'll have to watch it again on Netflix now until you have such details memorized. Anyway, Izzy nixed that idea. You know how she is." Clary laughed, patted his cheek, and handed him back his cloak.
"Okay, okay. You know I'm just looking out for you, Clary." He drawled. "Woo..fight the patriarchy…body positivity. Whatever. Just know, I will gladly get my ass kicked, defending your honor…they're your boobs." Simon groaned, rolled his eyes and put his costume back together. Clary laughed. He reached down to pick up his lightsaber and paused as the Isabelle Lightwood sauntered into the room. He blushed again and blew out a low whistle, as he raked his eyes over his beautiful girlfriend.
"And what fabulous boobs they are! You should whip them out more often, C, you prude. Damn, girl you look fucking hot! Did someone say something about a shot?" She adjusted her head piece and fluffed her hair to allow her black glossy curls to bounce around her shoulders. Wow! It's freaking Wonder Woman. She could really give Gal Gadot a run for her money. It must have taken so long to curl all of that hair. She wore an exact replica of the Wonder Woman costume from Justice League. Izzy had insisted on picking out their costumes for Magnus' annual Halloween party at his club, Pandemonium. She never did anything half-way, insisting on perfection. In the end, it was all worth it. The three friends always had a great time.
Simon walked up to Izzy and wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her bare shoulder. Izzy smiled lovingly at him and kissed him softly on the lips. They are so adorable. I love them so much, thought Clary. She walked over and poured three tequila shots and handed them to her two best friends. "Izzy you look stunning! You've outdone yourself, really. I adore our costumes, babe. I really do need this party, I guess. You're right. Thank you. I love you both so much." Clary's eyes misted and she took a deep breath, trying not to cry. Simon leaned over and kissed the top of her head then wiped his own tears away. Izzy and Si had been so loving and supportive to her as she mourned and tried to navigate her new normal. She would do her best tonight to be the old Clary. Maybe she'd find a cute guy to dance and makeout with, like a normal college girl.
"Aww. I love you too, Clary. Now stop that teary shit! You'll ruin that eye makeup!" Izzy said. "We're going to have so much fun tonight. Just let yourself go with the flow, sweety. Let's do this! One-two-three…" They each downed their shots and left the apartment to catch a cab to Pandemonium.
Jace sat at the bar and waved for the bartender, ordering a beer and a shot of tequila. He slipped a tip in a large fish bowl at the end of the bar. Jace wasn't much of a drinker, but he needed to take the edge off. Being a police detective, he was always slightly on edge, as he knew there was likely some bad element here amongst the happy partiers. There always was. Downing the shot, he savored the burn and inhaled deeply. He was a bit nervous about seeing Clary and wanted to try to be cool. I'm not used to being so twisted up about a girl. He had a plan to make her want him, without being the one to make the first move. Jealousy. It always worked. He'd dangle another girl in front of Clary. It's the forbidden fruit idea. She'll want what she thinks she can't have. He just hoped he could stick to it. Clary had a way of knocking him right off his game. Alec had told him it was a terrible idea and to just talk to Clary and tell her his real feelings. No way. Jace Herondale knows women and I'm going to get Clary Fray.
Pandemonium was huge with multiple floors and dark-lit lounges. It had complex murals of angels and demons, and other magical creatures, "battling for humanity", according to Magnus, painted on the walls. They were stunning and Jace had been surprised when he found out they were designed by Clary. She and her mother, Jocelyn had spent weeks overseeing the work, even painting many of the walls themselves. It was how Alec had met Magnus two years ago; through Clary. The club was quickly filling up with Halloween party guests. Colorful lights flashed and dimmed, with fog machines giving the place an eerie Halloween feeling. Fine shimmering glitter floated down from the ceiling every hour. Alec told him that Magnus had it on a timer. He really liked glitter, apparently. It beget an ambience that encouraged fun and debauchery.
Magnus definitely knew how to throw a party. Sexy cocktail waitresses barely dressed as fairies in rainbow colors walked around serving multicolored concoctions. He didn't see Clary anywhere though and Alec had disappeared to the bathroom a few minutes ago. He had already been approached by a few half-naked ladies. He'd flirted of course, as he does, but he didn't take it any further. At least not yet. Clary needed to be here first. The DJ was playing trance music and the dancefloor was full of all sorts of costumed people, grinding on each other. There were witches, vampires, cowboys, cops, nuns, devils, angels, ninjas, and…a warlock. Here he comes. Jace took a quick drink of his beer.
Magnus Bane flopped down on the stool next to him in a huff, he motioned to the bartender and pointed to Jace. "Bat, make sure all of the Golden God's drinks are on my tab. He's basically my brother-in-law. Thanks, dear." Magnus gave him a wink. Bat nodded at his boss and turned to wait on a werewolf with a slutty nurse on his arm. Magnus smoothed back his spiky black hair, which was tipped in gold glitter, and narrowed his very green eyes at Jace. Or are they yellow?
"Jace fucking Herondale. That's your costume?" Magnus Bane waved his hand up and down in front of Jace. He had an I smell shit look on his face. "How can you come here, to my fabulous club wearing your usual black leather, mercenary wanna-be bullshit clothes and combat boots…and a goddamn name tag? What does it even say?"
"Hey Magnus. Nice costume…Alec said you were a warlock?" Jace sighed and rolled his eyes at his best friend's dramatic boyfriend. He was great and made Alec very happy, but he really was a lot sometimes. Magnus pulled a neon green bejeweled pair of reading glasses from the interior pocket of his purple velvet tuxedo. He laboriously slid them up his nose and leaned in close to inspect Jace's name tag. "Hello My Name is: Sexprotz. Sexprotz? Really? Sex stud?" He waved his hand dismissively at Jace's surprised look. "Yes, yes, I speak German. I guess if that works for you, but I get to choose your costume next year." Magnus took off his glasses and examined the lenses. "Why Sexprotz? I mean I definitely see it and have heard all about you and your…recreational activities, if you will. I just pegged you as a 'Hello my name is Big Johnson kind of guy."
"It's an inside joke with a friend. I'm hoping this friend will be…affected by it." Jace said nonchalantly, ignoring the jab. She seemed pretty affected by it last week when I had her on her hands and knees– He cleared his throat, trying to shake the image of Clary's arched back and tight round ass out of his head before he sprung a boner. God I am such a hornball lately. I need to see her again. It's been over a week. "Anyway, have you seen Izzy or Steven?" Jace asked flatly, changing the subject.
Magnus smirked knowingly at Jace. "I think you mean Simon…and no I haven't seen Clary yet. I'm sure they're on their way though." Jace furrowed his brow at Magnus suspiciously. "Yes, Jace. I know all about your sexy tryst with my little red headed Biscuit. I also know that you're all Cupid-shot in the ass over her. So knock off the act. Alec keeps nothing from me and he knows you better than you think. It sounds like our Romeo has finally found his Juliet…just don't do the whole tragic death thingy. Um, in case you were wondering, I totally ship it." Jace looked sideways at Magnus and sipped his beer.
"Ship it? What the fuck does that mean?" Jace asked, scanning the dance floor for Izzy or Clary. Magnus rolled his eyes.
"It means, my beautiful dim boy, that I'm rooting for you and Clary. I've known you both for a while now and I think you'd be good together, if you could get over your sexy self. I call you Clace, you know. Clary and Jace…together?" Jace looked at Magnus with a confused look. Magnus sighed dramatically and put his glasses back on.
"Whatever. Anyway, she's a keeper, Jace. My Alec told me to trust you with her, that your feelings are real. I really want to believe that. So, be careful with her. Hurt her and I'll, well…I'll fuck you up. Mmkay?" Magnus tilted his head to one side and winked at Jace and waved out to the dancefloor.
Alec, grinning, emerged from a dancing crowd of vampires and walked over to them at the bar. He reached his long arms out and wrapped them around Magnus, and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. He pulled back and looked at Jace. "Hey man. Did you get started without me?" He gestured to his beer, smiling.
Jace looked up at his best friend and partner and gave him the guy head-nod. "I got you, brother." Jace waved the bartender, Bat, over and ordered Alec a beer and three whiskey shots for them all. Alec looked badass, dressed in dark red leather pants with a matching utility vest over a black t-shirt and boots. He had a katana slung over his back. His hair had that messy on purpose look. "You definitely look like a dystopian demon hunter or whatever, Alec." Jace said. Jace clinked glasses with Alec and Magnus and they gulped the shots and slammed them on the bar, laughing when Alec began to cough.
"That shit burns! Yuck. How do you drink that, Jace? Also, I'm a Shadow Hunter, duh. Magnus, why are you wearing glasses? Don't you have perfect vision?" Alec looked quizzically at his boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh…yeah. Fashion statement. I forget about that stuff, babe. Come on, my warlock, let's dance." Alec grabbed Magnus' hand and pulled him off of his stool, before turning to Jace. "Just an FYI, bro. Iz, Simon, and Clary just got here. Be cool, man. Just like we talked about. Don't play any of your stupid games. Just talk to her." Magnus and Alec hurried off to the dancefloor. Yes, she's here! I wonder what she's dressed as? Jace's eyes widened and he stood up and swallowed. Across the room he saw his favorite redhead walking through the crowded party to a booth with Izzy and Lewis. Holy fucking walking sexpot. She's Black Widow and she looks fucking amazing. She tossed her long red curls over her shoulders and grabbed a few drinks from a waitress then passed them to her friends. After they finished the drinks, Izzy whispered something to her and subtly pointed towards another booth nearby. Clary looked back over her shoulder to where Izzy gestured and smiled. Then she blushed. Shit. Who was she looking at? Interesting. Jace sat back down and waved at a waitress that had been flirting with him earlier. Game time.
Clary was already feeling a pleasant buzz from the tequila shot they drank at the apartment. She, Izzy, and Simon had traveled through the maze of costumed bodies, with more than a few guys giving Clary a thorough once-over. She smiled at the attention, but no one really caught her eye. Too many cliche costumes. She took three mystery drinks from a cocktail waitress that looked like Stripper Tinkerbell. They finally settled near the bar at a large circular booth with navy blue velvet upholstery. She handed the drinks to Simon and Izzy and took a sip of her pink potion. It tasted bitter at first with a light sweet aftertaste. Like grapefruit and berries and it was strong. "Damn! Gonna have to take it slow with these, guys. Strong!" She spoke loudly across the table.
Izzy pressed her perfect nose against Clary's and downed her drink. She shouted back at her. "Slow is for bitches, Fray! Suck that down and let's dance, girl! Woo!" Clary laughed at her friend's outburst and gulped her drink down. Simon did the same. It burned all the way down. I just can't say no to her when she's like this. Izzy stopped suddenly and pulled Clary close to her and gestured to a booth about ten feet away. She yell-whispered in Clary's ear. "Is that the fucking dark guy from that show you watch? He's staring at you like he wants to eat you up? That guy is hot!"
Clary slowly looked over her shoulder and jumped a little when she locked eyes with…well, The Darkling. She looked him over. His costume was exquisite, almost exactly like the character in the show. He had a short dark beard and shiny black hair that flopped carelessly over his forehead…and intense onyx eyes. His black and gold Kefta and fake blackened scars across the right side of his face tied the image all together. Just like in the books. He must be into that series as much as I am. He was very tall with wide shoulders. He obviously worked out. It's like he stepped out of my very naughty dreams. He smiled at her appreciatively, running his eyes up and down her body, he raised his drink glass to her. Clary smiled back at him shyly and blushed. He stepped away from the wall and licked his lips, continuing to stare at her intently. She felt her alcohol buzz increase and bit her lip. Jace had liked that, maybe he would too. Do not think about Jace. Clary stepped toward him when she felt someone tugging her arm and looked back at Izzy.
"Whoa, Clary. Not so fast, girl. It's pretty early for that. At least make him work for it, C. Let's dance, babe!" Izzy pulled her and Simon to the dance floor where Clary could see Magnus and Alec. They danced slowly, very close to one another, to a song no one else could hear. I want a love like that, she thought. Magnus turned to her and winked as if he'd heard her thoughts. She smiled and blew him a kiss, then joined her friends. She began to sway her hips to the music. Simon and Izzy were dancing, all over each other and wandering towards a darkened corner booth their lips smashed together. Horny teenagers. Raising her hands to her head she ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes. She continued to dance closer to the bar.
"Jace! Name's Jace! What's yours? Kylie?" Clary snapped open her eyes and stopped dancing. It was him. He was talking very loudly to someone. Oh shit, he's right behind me. "Oh, sorry. Kaelie! It's so loud in here. I love your naughty fairy costume." Clary began to dance again, turning around towards the voice. She saw Jace about ten feet away, leaning back against the bar with a leggy blonde cocktail waitress practically mounting him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear and he smiled flirtatiously back at her. He looked down at her large, barely-covered breasts and whispered something back. The girl giggled. Clary felt a nervous twist in her chest and gut. Jealousy. Jace looked up then, directly at Clary. She looked at his chest where a nametag read "Hello My Name is: Sexprotz '' in big red letters. Her eyes widened and she blushed. Not fair! He smiled and arched an eyebrow at her knowingly, then looked back to the cocktail waitress. Asshole. Is he trying to make me jealous? The girl whispered into Jace's ear again and reached into her apron pocket. She pulled something out and Jace looked down at her hand and pursed his lips, but Clary couldn't see what it was. Probably a condom. Fuck this. She turned back around, flipped the bird at him behind her head, and danced her way deeper in the crowd. I don't need to see him hooking up with some slutbag. She took another look back to the bar. Jace and the waitress were now gone. Wow. Probably banging in one of the lounges. Izzy was right. Once a player always a player. Clary definitely felt jealous, but knew she had no right to be. It was a one time thing. No strings. Let it go. So she did. Liar.
Clary continued to dance, her hips swaying to the trance-like beat, she ran her hands down her body and backed into a hard chest that was way too close behind her. She turned to see who the culprit was and stopped, when she looked up into those same intense black eyes from earlier. Just then, shimmering glitter released from the ceiling, floating down around them. Well damn…that was weirdly cosmic.
"Hello there, love. Would you care to dance?" It was him, the gorgeous black-haired man. He had a slight accent. French? He politely held out his hand and smiled down at her, flicking his eyes to her cleavage then to her face. Clary swallowed and blushed, licked her lips, then took his hand. Fuck off, Jace Herondale. He gently pulled her to his chest and they began to sway to the music. Clary's heart started to pound in excitement. He slid his hands down her sides to rest on her waist, just above her belt, as she rested her hands on his chest. They danced in silence for a few minutes and the song changed to a slower tune. He pulled her closer, almost roughly and she wrapped her arms up around his neck. His arms were very strong and held her tight. She liked it. I definitely have a type. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Simon and Izzy slow dancing. They both looked over at her. Izzy smiled and bounced her eyebrows up and down while Simon looked austere and protective. Clary smiled back at them and turned her head back to her dance partner. He led her deeper into the throng of dancers towards the other side of the club.
A waitress dressed as a sexy devil approached them with two lone drinks left on her tray, one pink and one brown. I thought the waitresses were all fairies. She smiled and offered them the drinks. The dark man nodded at her and lifted his hands from Clary's waist and took the drinks. He handed the pink drink to Clary and tipped the waitress generously. "Just a warning," Clary said to her mystery man, tilting her head up to look at him, "these are pretty strong. I hope you're not driving tonight." He chuckled and shook his head no and looked down at her. He is so tall…like Jace. Stop it. He reached forward and took one of her red curls in his hand. Winding it around his index finger, he released it, watching it bounce down to her shoulder.
"When in Rome…Cheers." he said and winked at her, his fake scars wrinkling around his eye. He swallowed all of the brown liquid in one shot. Clary raised her eyebrows in amusement, shrugged and downed her drink. He took her glass and put it on the waitresses tray with his. They came back together and continued to dance for a few minutes until he stopped.
"Come here, love." He led her off of the dance floor. He wrapped his arms tightly behind her lower back and pulled her close, looking down at her breasts pressed against him. He leaned down towards her and his beard tickled the side of her face and neck as he inhaled deeply, as if smelling her, then whispered in her ear. "You look wonderful in your costume. Like a fierce little warrior. Please tell me your name." Clary shivered and felt desire coiling in her lower stomach and her thighs clenched together. God this guy is hot…that accent.
"Thank you. Clary. My name is Clary. Short for Clarissa, but–" Her words became breathy and she looked at him through her lashes. Her vision blurred then cleared. She lost her train of thought as he began to run his hands down her back and over her ass. Her heart pounded. "I– I like your costume. I've read the books and enjoyed the show. It must have been a lot of work to… Wh– What's your name?" Clary felt her legs get wobbly and stumbled against him a bit as the alcohol started to hit her. That was fast. Why am I such a lightweight? I'm feeling really warm.
He smirked at her and turned them around, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. Possessive much? He led her out of the crowd to a dark, curtained booth in the empty corner of the club, by the fire exit. Clary giggled, but couldn't remember what she found so funny. She tipped her head way back and looked up at the mural above the booth. It depicted a dark winged demon pinning an angel against the ground, tearing at her wings, flames erupting around them. She felt so good. Euphoric. Beautiful darkness. She wished she could touch the mural.
"I painted that…it's mine!" She pointed excitedly up to the wall. "...with my mother." The man looked up and hummed appreciatively. Clary looked at him. "You are so goddamned hot…" She started to feel lightheaded and overheated and without thinking, reached to unzip the front of her bodysuit and started to pull it down. I need this off. Too tight. I'm so tingly…
"I know. You are a very talented artist, Clarissa…one of the many things that I find attractive about you." The black-haired man stopped her hand and chuckled, zipping her back up, his palm brushed up over her bare cleavage. Clary shivered and he smiled down at her, running his eyes over her face. He looked at her lips. "Let's have a seat first and get acquainted, my Clarissa. I think you need some water. That drink really hit you faster than I thought it would." Clary nodded and giggled, shrugging, she leaned against him as they arrived at the booth. Water. Yes. "I've been wanting to talk to you alone all night." He reached into the booth and pulled out two bottles of water. She took one, nodded and drank it quickly. "Good girl, Clarissa." He murmured and drank his own water.
He gestured for her to go into the dark booth. "After you, beauty." As she climbed into the booth, a man had caught her eye. He leaned on the wall next to the booth. No costume? Party pooper. He stared at Clary with a lustful look and grinned. He seemed familiar, big, thick dark brown hair, blinding white teeth…Axel? The douche from the airport? Clary sighed and laughed again. Closing her eyes she shook her head. Wow. I'm really drunk. Why would Axel the Crest White Strip dude be here? When she opened her eyes again, he was gone and she realized the curtains were completely closed and she was alone in the dim booth with…The Darkling.
"What did you say your name was?" She was so dizzy and hot…and horny? What the fuck is wrong with me? He pulled her roughly over to him and onto his lap. She straddled him and put her hands on his chest. This is too much. I don't feel right. What was in that drink? He pulled her arms down by her wrists and unzipped the front of her costume down to her waist. She felt his warm hands slide her top off of her arms, leaving her in her black bra. His beard scratched against her as she felt his tongue lick between her breasts. Clary's body was electrified with overstimulation. Too much. Stop. Clary had trouble keeping her eyes open and raised her hands and pushed weakly at his now bare chest, trying to stop him. I need to lay down. He gripped her hips tightly and pressed his lips hard against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. No. She could feel him hard and ready beneath her as he ground his crotch up against her. He kissed her again, lightly biting her bottom lip, then groaned into her mouth. He stood then, lifting her up, he shoved the waters out of the way and laid her back on the table. He peppered her chest with licks, kisses, and bites. Clary felt tears trickle out of the corner of her eyes and wound her hands in his hair trying to pull him off. He laughed, climbed on top of her and covered her mouth with his, murmuring against her lips.
"Tonight, you can call me Sebastian, my Clarissa."