Chapter 22: Long chapter. New Year's Eve continues...Magnus, Sizzy, Jonathan manipulating Clary…ew. He is such a creep. The next few chapters are going to be rough and tough. Clary is going to be caught in quite the web…
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Previously: "You are a Fairchild woman of Idris. The last. These jewels belonged to your Grandmother Adele, then your mother…accept them. Be who you were meant to be. "
Pandemonium was bedazzled with black and golden streamers, soft, romantic lights, and of course glitter. Balloons floated along the ceiling and Magnus' glitter timer was in full effect, dropping fine flecks of iridescent glitter that floated slowly like sparse snowflakes, every hour. Cocktail waitresses in black and gold flapper costumes sauntered around offering covered drinks. Magnus had taken Clary's attack seriously and took measures to ensure drinks were mixed, covered, and delivered directly to the guests. Dancers crowded the floor in their formal attire and light-hearted dance music floated through the club from the DJ booth. It was a very different vibe from Halloween night, two months before. Clary liked it.
Jonathan led Clary to the bar as soon as they arrived and ordered two bottles of water. He opened them both, handed one to her and giggled, pretending to be drunk. "I think we should hydrate, love. We had a lot of strong sake at dinner…hot sake is known to affect you faster than cold, you know." He leaned forward, his nose nearly touching Clary's as he smirked. "Frankly, I'm nearly drunk and you're very pretty." Clary laughed, reached her index finger towards his face and tapped his nose. "Boop! I booped your nose, Jon!". Jonathan lurched back from her and covered his nose with his hand, feigning horror. "You did what to my nose? Should I be insulted? Clarissa, you rake…" She is flirting with me…interesting.
He leaned closer to Clary as she sipped her water and whispered in her ear. "Shall I boop your adorable nose, love? Or can I count your pretty freckles inst–" A loud boisterous voice interrupted Jonathan. Goddammit. They both turned around and Clary gasped in surprise and giggled. Bounding towards them in a black velvet tuxedo with full tails and a gold lamé ruffled shirt, unbuttoned to his navel was Magnus fucking Bane. He wore his black hair smoothed back with golden glitter streaks and metallic gold eyeliner. He sipped a giant vodka martini and his eyes flashed mischievously as he raked them up and down Clary's body. Jonathan plastered on a fake smile. Stand down, Bane. She's taken.
"Biscuit! Holy fucking glamorous, golden, Rita Hayworth on the red carpet, beautiful, Hollywood goddess, sex on a stick, pin-up girl! Come here and give Daddy a kiss!...here honey…" He handed Jonathan his empty martini glass, reached out for her and enveloped Clary in his long arms.
Clary leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Magnus! Stop it…it's all Izzy, you know that. I swear I should pay her for her skills. But, thank you, sweetie. Pandemonium looks perfect and you look divine, Magnus!" She pulled back and wiped the sheen of her lip gloss from his face with her thumb.
Magnus preened and waved his arm out towards the dancefloor. "Divine? Why thank you. Being surrounded by your glorious murals and all of these beautiful people certainly doesn't hurt…Speaking of beautiful people, when will my little crimson goddess see her golden god again?" Magnus flicked his eyes to Jonathan, then back to Clary. "I'm so sad that he and my beautiful Alec have to work tonight...I just need to know that Clace will be together again soon!"
Clary giggled and rolled her eyes. "Not until tomorrow, unfortunately. As you know he and Alec don't get off shift until six am. I told him to sleep and come over to my apartment in the afternoon. For some alone time." Magnus looked at her and winked affectionately then looked at Jonathan. Yes, Bane. I know she has a boyfriend. But, thanks for being so obvious, dick…what the fuck's a Clace?
Magnus then looked down at her chest and his eyes widened as he waved his hand in front of her cleavage. Jonathan narrowed his eyes. What the actual fuck. I'm going to stab him. "Clarissa Adele Fray. Where the fuck did you get that gorgeous necklace…and earrings? Did you mug the Queen of England? Simply stunning." Magnus reached into his pocket and pulled out gold glittery reading glasses and slipped them on. He reached a hand out and slid his hand under the necklace and leaned forward for a closer look. Too close.
Jonathan exhaled sharply through his nose. He set the empty glass on the bar with a clang and slipped his arm around Clary's waist possessively. He stood tall and looked at Magnus with a tight smile. I know he's with Alec Lightwood, but I don't like the way he acts so familiar and handsy with Clarissa. Magnus removed his hand from Clary's necklace and stood up to his full height as well, which was a bit taller than Jonathan. He returned Jonathan's humorless smile and raised his eyebrows as if to say "you got a problem?"
Clary leaned closer to Jonathan and patted his arm as if she sensed his irritation. She beamed at her friend. "They belonged to my mother, Magnus. Jonathan gave them to me today when he picked me up. His father sent them from Idris, from their family's vault. Magnus, this is my friend Jonathan Morgenstern…my escort tonight. I'll be joining him in Idris at the end of next week for my new position, curating his father's art collection." Jonathan looked smugly at Magnus and reached out his hand.
Magnus cocked an eyebrow at Clary and hummed. "Ah yes, Alec has told me all about your upcoming adventure in Idris and your mother's art…your new legacy, it seems. I'm happy for you and those jewels truly suit you, Biscuit. You should wear such things everyday. Dear Jocelyn would be so proud of you. I know I am." He smiled sadly, then sighed and looked at Jonathan. "Well, you seem to really attract the best looking escorts, my dear. I'm sure Jace was a little bit worried, no? You could have been my date, you know…we could have really given the gossip mongers a lot to chew on…although it seems you have a thing for blondes." Clary gasped and blushed. "Magnus!"
He winked at her and shook Jonathan's hand. "It's a pleasure, Jonathan. I'm at your service. Alec has told me that you are taking care of my Biscuit tonight, so I shall leave you to it. Guard my lovely girl, Morgenstern. I mean it. I need to run to the back and check a few things. Please, you two, dance, drink, enjoy!" He looked at Clary again, his eyes softened. "Be safe, my girl. Love you." And just like that he sauntered away snapping his fingers at waitresses and grabbing another martini.
Clary looked up at Jonathan sheepishly. "Sorry about most of that…Magnus can be a lot. He's just very protective of his family. He doesn't have any blood relatives left, just Alec, Izzy, Jace, Simon, and me. We're his family…I guess he and I have that in common now." Clary lowered her eyes and dipped her head. Jonathan gently cupped her chin and lifted her face to him. "I hope you count me in your group, Clarissa. I want to be there for you as well." She smiled up at him and nodded her head. "I do, Jon." Good. Because I'll always be there, Clarissa. You'll never be rid of me.
Jonathan looked deep into her eyes and leaned forward, his eyes roamed her face, drinking her in, his nose nearly touching hers. Clary's eyes widened, but she didn't move away. She took a breath and started to speak. Jonathan reached towards her face and quickly tapped her nose. "Boop! I booped your nose!" Jonathan winked at her and laughed out loud and Clary joined him. "Now we're even, Clarissa. So, let's dance!"
He held out his hand and led Clary to the dance floor. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and clasped her hand with his other. They swayed to the slow rhythm and chatted about dinner and their mutual love of sushi and Clary's adoration of Master Takada. Jonathan's gaze kept dropping to Clary's creamy cleavage...he could see the same freckles he noticed while she slept on his couch. I want to kiss them all. Her proximity to him was intoxicating. She smells so damned good. Time to move this along a bit. A waitress sashayed past them and Jonathan scooped two glasses of champagne from her tray, removed the covers, and offered one to Clary.
Clary smiled coyly at Jonathan and accepted the glass. "What shall we toast to this time, Jon? Pandemonium? Glitter? Kittens again? I know…your dad's perfect hair?" Valentine's hair is pretty impressive, Clary thought.
Jonathan's eyes widened at her last suggestion and he laughed loudly. It's nice to see him let loose. "Oh, Clarissa…yes, please. To Valentine Morgenstern's perfect hair. Cheers!" They laughed again, tapped their glasses together and drank. Clary was having a wonderful time with Jonathan. I had no idea he was so funny. I've barely worried about anything at all. Jonathan held up his glass again and moved closer to her, the smile fading from his face as he looked into her eyes. "Cheers to emeralds. Your jewels and your eyes…" Smooth, Jon.
Clary giggled, rolled her eyes, and clinked glasses with him, drinking the rest of the champagne. "Oh Jon…that is such a line. Are you flirting with me? Shame on you...you're naughty." Did I say that out loud? Jonathan nodded and took her empty glass and placed them on a nearby table. She was starting to feel the champagne and felt fluttery. The music sped up to a more trancelike beat and the dance floor filled with eager, buzzed partiers. Clary started swaying her hips to the music and ran her hands through her hair. "I love this song, Jon!" She turned around, feeling the rhythm and vibe of the crowd. Arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, and hands slid across her silk bodice and settled on her hips. Clary felt a warm presence press against her from behind, swaying with her to the music. Jonathan's lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her. "I love it too. I also love dancing with you, Clarissa." Clary swallowed as she felt her lower abdomen clench in arousal. Oh shit. Not cool. Fucking champagne. "You smell so good, Clarissa." he murmured, sliding his hands up and down her sides. Clary shivered and turned around to face him. Time to squash this. "Jonathan…" she squeaked. Did I just squeak? "Jonathan– I…" What the fuck, Fray…speak!
His dark eyes glittered as he smirked down at her lips and back to her eyes. Is he going to kiss me? Fuck… "Jon–" His hands settled at her hips again and he squeezed them gently. "Clarissa…I'm kind of hungry again. Do you want to visit the desert table? I saw a chocolate fountain with strawberries…and pastry balls." He maintained his dark eye contact and smiled knowingly at her. Clary stared back at him, nodded, and bit her lip, giggling. Jonathan Morgenstern just said 'pastry balls'. Why is that so funny? Clary started laughing again. "Pastry balls? Do you mean donut holes?" He raised his eyebrows and laughed low in his throat. "Are you getting silly, Clarissa? I meant the balls that taste like donuts…" He laughed heartily and kissed her forehead. "Come on, freckles…let's nosh on some desserts." As he led her away from the dance floor, he took two more glasses of champagne from a passing waitress. Clary began to feel lighter and more carefree. Champagne…yes, please. Pastry balls… balls. She giggled again.
They made their way through the happy throngs of dancers, finally reaching an elaborate dessert table. Jonathan took a few juicy strawberries and dropped them into their champagne glasses, handing one to Clary. They again clinked glasses and sipped, looking into each other's eyes. She's getting a little more pliable, with every sip. Let's see how far she'll let me go. Time to play the friend role again… "Clarissa, you should eat something. I want you to have a wonderful night, love…without a hangover tomorrow. You wouldn't want to miss out on your special time with your detective…" That would be such a shame...
She hummed and turned to the table. He took that opportunity to look down at her chest. Even with her heels on, she was still so much shorter than Jonathan. Clary leaned forward and picked up a dessert plate. Her dress gaped a bit, and Jonathan was delighted to get a glimpse down between her round breasts. No bra, Clarissa? Naughty girl. Jonathan felt his pants tighten uncomfortably as his cock quickly hardened. I want to bend her over this table and fuck her raw. Stop it. Jonathan shook his head. She smiled up at him and looked at the table's offerings. "True. I think I'm– how did you say it, Jon? 'Nearly drunk' so I shall have a few donut holes." She placed a few on a little plate, with a few cheese cubes, and blueberries.
Jonathan sipped his champagne and watched her daintily fill her plate. "Make sure you get plenty of the pastry balls…they will be good for soaking up the champagne, love." Clary whirled around at him blushing and giggling. What did I say? "Jonathan, stop saying balls! I can't deal…" She is fucking adorable. Jonathan leaned forward and whispered, "Balls, Clarissa. Balls…"
She squealed and put a hand over his mouth. He smiled against her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her long silken hair tickled his hands. She held up one of her pastries and asked, "Shh…Would you like one of my donut holes?". He nodded and pulled her closer against him. He could feel her breasts pressing against him. She's driving me crazy. She giggled again and removed her hand from his face and put the pastry in his mouth. The sweet glaze immediately began to melt on his tongue and he quickly closed lips, capturing her thumb in his mouth. Clary gasped as he sucked it, running his tongue over it in his mouth as she quickly removed it. He slowly released his arms from around her waist. "Thank you Clarissa…that was delicious." A dark blush creeped up Clary's chest and reached her face as she turned her attention to her plate and nibbled on her treats. Hmm…she blushes everywhere.
Clary and Jonathan walked over and sat in a large circular booth to eat their snacks. He opened two bottles of water and gave one to Clary with a smirk. She took a large drink and smiled shyly. I'm definitely getting to her. Flirt then friend. Flirt then friend…flirt. Keep making her hot and cold. Back to the friend. "Are you having a good time, Clarissa? Perhaps you'd like to check in with your detective?" Clary took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I forgot to bring my phone. Can you believe that?" She finished her plate and water. "You're welcome to use mine, if you wish, love. I know how he likes you to check in with him…" Jonathan fished his phone from his pocket and slid it to her across the table. Fucking Herondale.
Clary smiled appreciatively at Jonathan, quickly texted Jace, and handed the phone back to Jonathan. "Thank you, Jon. I just told him I forgot my phone, but I was doing well and having a great time…Now. I am still quite buzzed and am ready to get up and dance some more. Are you?" Jonathan nodded enthusiastically and stood up, holding his hand out to Clary.
A loud female voice erupted behind them and they both jumped. "Clarissa Fray! There you are." Izzy and Simon appeared next to them. Fuck. Izzy smiled broadly, obviously 'nearly drunk' as well. Simon was red-faced and obviously buzzed. Lightweight little bitch. He smiled down at Clary and flicked his eyes at Jonathan, giving him the guy nod. "Hey Fray. You look gorgeous! Damn…even better than Senior prom." He waggled his eyebrows at her then turned around and waved for a waitress. Jonathan narrowed his eyes at Simon and wrapped an arm around Clary's waist.
Clary pulled away and hugged Izzy, then Simon. She looked her best friends over, smiling. Izzy wore a gorgeous, skin tight red velvet strapless gown, her hair twisted up into an elaborate bun. She looked beautiful and runway ready, as always. Simon wore a classic tuxedo, his usual unruly brown curls were gelled back stylishly. Clary thought he looked so handsome and smiled when she saw he wore coordinating black Chuck's on his feet. They are so fucking adorable. I wish my Jace was here. A pretty cocktail waitress appeared with a tray of champagne. Simon took the glasses and handed one to each of them and took one for himself. He tipped her generously before turning to face Clary and Jonathan, snaking his arm around Izzy's waist. Clary knew what was coming and grinned. He actually did it!
Simon cleared his throat nervously and Izzy beamed. "Well Clary and uh, Jonathan. I had hoped to tell you this tomorrow, but tonight sort of took on a life of its own. You see, I took my beautiful girlfriend out for a romantic dinner tonight. Steak and seafood was consumed, champagne, and dessert. Whilst there, the impressive, gorgeous, stunning Isabelle Lightwood–" Izzy screamed, cutting him off and holding up her left hand to Clary. "Jesus! We're getting married!" A beautiful sparkling diamond ring adorned her best friend's ring finger. Clary handed her glass to Jonathan squealed and grabbed Izzy's hand to examine the gorgeous ring and the two girls screamed, jumping up and down. Simon, who had taken Izzy's glass, and Jonathan both stepped back in shock. They looked at each other with "what the fuck" looks on their faces. After the girls calmed down, the four toasted to Izzy and Simon's engagement.
Jonathan leaned against the bar, sipping champagne, intensely watching his Clarissa dance with her friends on the crowded dance floor. They had been drinking, laughing, and dancing for the past hour. Jonathan was actually having fun, but needed a break. His favorite pastime was, of course, watching Clarissa. She and Izzy had their backs up against each other, their hips swaying, holding hands. Hot. Lewis was jumping up and down like a fucking idiot with no rhythm. What ever did Clarissa see in him? Clary's eyes were closed and she rocked her head to the beat, her crimson hair swirled around her shoulders. She was definitely more than almost drunk. Jonathan had made sure of that. So fucking sexy…and vulnerable. Simon wrapped his arms around Izzy and they disappeared into the dancing crowd, with their faces smashed together. Gross. Clary continued to dance to the music all alone. Her hands running through her hair, her hips moving seductively, and her breasts gently swaying with her movements. Goddamn… I'm so hard. Jonathan downed the rest of his drink and started towards her when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He took it out to see a text from Herondale. "I got Clary's text. Tell her I'm working a case until late and will see her tomorrow as planned. Keep a close eye on her. Shit went down tonight that involves her. Don't tell her. Keep her safe. And keep your fucking hands off of her. Happy New Year, dick." Jonathan laughed out loud. If Jace weren't the biggest thing keeping him from Clarissa, they might have been friends. It seems detective Herondale must have finally found Sebastian Verlac. Good. Jonathan looked back to the dancefloor, but didn't see Clarissa. He frowned and began to walk through the crowd, searching for her. He finally spotted her being helped up to the stage by bouncers, where she stood next to Magnus Bane at a microphone. There was a large LED countdown clock on the wall behind them that read 11:40:32. It's almost midnight.
Jonathan grabbed two more covered glasses of champagne and walked over to a curtained booth, once inside, he pulled a tiny vial from his pocket, he poured a few drops into one of the glasses, swirled it, then covered it again. Just a little experiment, Clarissa. I want you to be even more pliable and carefree. He walked out and joined Simon and Izzy near the stage.
Magnus walked up to the microphone, looked over to Clary and smiled. "Good evening my treasured guests. I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for coming to Pandemonium's annual New Year's Eve gala." The crowd cheered and Clary looked down at Jonathan and waved and blew a kiss to Izzy and Simon. Magnus reached a hand out to Clary. "As many of you know, we recently lost our dear friend and celebrated New York artist Jocelyn Fray-Garroway, along with her beloved husband Chief Luke Garroway of the NYPD. Jocelyn, with her beautiful daughter Clarissa Fray, a talented artist in her own right, designed and painted the murals that adorn Pandemonium's walls. During her life, Jocelyn believed that every person should be able to discover, cultivate, and pursue their artistic gifts, regardless of their socio-economic status. So, she, of course, put her money where her mouth was and founded the New York Institute's Community Arts Center to provide free programs and art classes to New York's, especially Brooklyn's, youth." The crowd clapped and Simon yelled, "Brooklyn baby!".
Magnus Wrapped an arm around Clary's shoulders and continued. "Clarissa, my Biscuit. I am proud to announce that the proceeds from tonight's ticket sales topped three hundred thousand dollars, and every cent is to be donated to the New York Institute's Community Arts Center, in the name of Jocelyn and Luke Fray-Garroway. We love you, Clary." The crowd cheered and Clary's eyes filled with tears as she hugged Magnus tightly. She looked out to the crowd and waved and blew kisses in thanks. Jonathan felt a lump form in his throat at how beautiful and gracious his Clarissa was. He almost felt bad for killing Jocelyn and Luke…almost.
Clary came down from the stage and joined them. Izzy hugged her. "Clary that is so fucking awesome. You will be able to do so much for those kids with that money! Wow." Clary pulled back and nodded, tears still lingering in her eyes. Simon stepped up and hugged her as well. Jesus He can't keep his hands off of her, thought Jonathan. "Clare-Bear, I just wanted to let you know that Iz and I have reservations tonight at a hotel to uh…celebrate our engagement." Simon grabbed two glasses of champagne, blushed and put his arm around Izzy's waist. Clary smiled and winked at him. "Of course, lovebirds. I'm fine. Jonathan will see me home, right Jon?"
Jonathan smiled and handed Clary a glass of champagne. "Of course, Clarissa. Now. Let's have one more toast to the happy couple before midnight. Congratulations Isabelle and Simon!" They all clinked their glasses and drank the bubbly. Jonathan's black eyes watched Clary intently as she drained her glass. She returned his gaze and crossed her eyes at him, giggling. I am so fucked up. Jace would be mad. They placed their glasses on a nearby table and went back to the dance floor as the music started back up. Simon and Izzy danced very slowly to the trance music, very wrapped up in each other, melting away into the crowd, kissing and gyrating against each other. Clary put her arms around Jonathan's neck as they danced. "Wow, I am really feeling the alcohol, Jon. So glad we have a driver. I'm officially cutting myself off. I'll be shocked if I even remember most of this." Clary giggled and leaned into Jonathan as they swayed to the music together. I am so fluttery. Jon is such a good dancer. He needs a girlfriend.
Jonathan moved behind Clary, slid his hands around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. He leaned down to her ear and murmured, "Indeed. That champagne is something else. I must find out the brand from Magnus." He inhaled deeply. "You smell wonderful, Clarissa. Delicious." Clary tilted her head back and rested her head back on Jonathan's shoulder. He nuzzled her neck and inhaled again. "Thank you…mmm, you smell good too…like strawberries. Yummy. I feel so good. Electric." Jonathan chuckled and turned her around in his arms. He took her hand and twirled her to the music. Clary spun and closed her eyes. "Whee," She squealed and laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and spun them around before putting her back down. Oh my god, I am tingling everywhere. His hands feel so good.
"Jonathan needs a girlfriend…He's so fucking hot." Clary gasped, looked up and realized she said that out loud. Jonathan bounced his eyebrows at her. "Am I, love? You're hot too!" He laughed low and pulled her close. "Maybe I'm waiting for you to dump your detective."
Clary scoffed and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear. "I can't dump Jace, Jon. I love him so very much. He's the best man I've ever known…and the orgasms…" Clary lost her train of thought and looked around and realized she and Jonathan were standing away from the dancefloor in an alcove, near the exit. There were a few couples leaning against the wall nearby kissing or groping each other. Get a room…horndogs. Clary laughed and looked up and pointed to the mural above their heads. It depicted an angel being snatched from the sky by a demon. Other angels in the background looked on in horror as she fell. "I painted that one! It's symbolic of…" Clary frowned…deja vu…then it was gone.
She ran her hand across her chest. I'm feeling…horny. Clary ran her hand up and down the front of her dress as Jonathan moved closer to her, following her hands with his eyes. "Your mural. It's beautiful, Clarissa…and so are you. I'd love to watch you paint sometime…naked." Clary laughed and her skin began to tingle and she shivered. "I haven't painted naked before, but I once sketched myself topless after spending the day fucking my boyfriend in Rome...he had the most amazing tongue." Jonathan's eyes flew wide and he choked as Clary twirled away. I can't stay still. I need to dance. Jonathan scrambled after her and pulled her back against him again and began to kiss her neck. Jon wants to dance too?
The music suddenly stopped and Magnus appeared on the stage leading the countdown to midnight. Clary pulled away from Jonathan and pointed to the stage. "It's time Jon! Come on!' The crowd chanted, "10…9…8…7…6…5". Clary and Jonathan yelled along with the crowd, laughing and jumping, as he snaked his arm tightly around her waist as if he were afraid she would run off. I just might. Clary felt so light and giddy. "4…3..2..1…Happy New Year!" The crowd cheered as glitter and balloons dropped from the ceiling. People crowded the floor hugging and kissing each other. "Happy New Year, Jon!" Clary exclaimed and reached to embrace him and give him a peck on the lips. He smiled down at her, took her face in his hands and smashed his lips to hers. Oh shit. He slid one arm down her back and crushed her tightly against his chest. Clary's knees went weak as he plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, responding to his kiss before she realized what was happening. She ran her hands up the side of his face and onto his head, gripping his hair. Oh my god. I am so turned on. She pulled his face away from hers by his hair, gasping for air. "I think that's enough Jonathan…don't be so naughty!" He groaned then smirked down at her. "You kissed me back, Clarissa. Happy New Year to you." Did I? Clary began to shake her head. She felt dizzy and too drunk. I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow.
Clary looked up at him and shrugged. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to. I think I got caught up in the moment and I feel so…so much champagne. Where are Iz and Si and Mags? I want to wish them a Happy New Year too, with less tongue this time." Oh shit. I'm hilarious.
Jonathan smiled indulgently at Clary and led her towards the dance floor where he spotted Izzy and Simon still kissing. Jesus. Their lips are going to get calloused. Clary squealed and ran up to them. "Happy New Year, my lovies! You're getting married this year!" Izzy and Simon pulled apart and grinned at her. Izzy reached out to Clary. "Come here you beautiful redheaded bitch and kiss me." Izzy giggled and grabbed Clary by the face and smashed their lips together. Clary giggled and wrapped her arms around Izzy, returning the kiss. Jonathan and Simon looked at each other with wide eyes. So fucking hot. Magnus walked up, put his arm around Simon and let out a low whistle. "Tell me you won't jerk-off to this sight later, Seymour…" Simon rolled his eyes and Jonathan laughed at Magnus. I think Clary has officially gone over the edge with a little help from my special champagne. I can't wait until we're all alone in Idris.
Magnus clapped his hands together as if chastising naughty children. "Girls! You behave…Jonathan, you should take my Biscuit home. She's going to need a lot of water and a few ibuprofen. Make sure you keep your hands to yourself, Draco. Team Clace all the way. Simon, take your fiancé and go pleasure her or something. She's obviously horny. Happy New Year, y'all." Magnus blew everyone a kiss and walked off into the crowd. Who the fuck is Draco?
Simon gently pulled Izzy away from Clary. The two girls giggled, telling eachother how much they "fucking love" the other. Girls are so weird. Jonathan pulled Clary to his side, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. Clary sighed and leaned against him. Izzy cuddled against Simon, kissing his neck, running her hands up and down his chest. Gross. Simon held on to Izzy, so she wouldn't fall down and looked at Jonathan long and hard, his eyes moved to Clary, then back to him. "I can drop Clary at home, Jonathan." Jonathan looked impassively back at him. "No need, Lewis. I promised to take care of her and I shall. I'll text Herondale and let him know she got home safely." Simon pursed his lips then nodded. He walked off into the dispersing crowd with his fiancé.