"And another thing, like who, just who, does he think he is?" Clary slammed down the shot glass on the counter with a loud clink, her hand covering the top to guard it's now half-filled contents.

"Clary, I think you're a little out of your game right now." Simon tried to push the shot glass out of her fingers. She picked it up, splashing more clear liquor everywhere and her mouth dropped open in a look of pure drunk confusion and hurt.

"How dare you?" Clary slammed what was left of the glass back before tossing it at Simon, who thankfully was able to catch it. "Does it look like I care what you think? I don't care what you think. I don't care what any man thinks. I don't care, if you have a dick, I don't care right now."

Simon bent his head down to cover the rolling of his eyes as he sighed. "Clary, you're the one who called me here, remember."

"I know Simon, I know. And I want you to know it's not your fault you have that predicament. Dick, I meant. It's not your fault. You're my best friend." Clary leaned a hand on his shoulder, her glazed eyes searching his.

"Clary, something happened to you and I think you are really broken right now, and we could nurse this at home."

"No! I was broken, but I am fixing myself and this booze is my glue. Now are you going to be a good best friend and support my shitty decisions?" Clary hiccupped, trying to stay focused on Simon's face. "Or a bad one?" She pouted as Simon lifted his hands up, she smiled. Clary motioned to the bartender for attention. "A bottle please."

"Even I know you've had too much, and I am a child of Bacchus. You can stay here, but you are cut off." Clary flipped him off with both fingers, but the momentum she put into it flung her off the stool and onto her ass. Simon reached an arm down and she stared at it for a minute.

"Am I a bad person Simon?" Simon could hear the sobs begin.

"Oh please anything but Clary crying, I won't survive." Simon silent prayed, bringing out his cell phone. "No, not at all. Why don't we call Jace for backup?" Clary smacked his hand, sending the phone under the bar.

"Don't you ever say his name again. It has been striked, striken, stroked? It's gone for our vocabulary, okay?" Clary's anger transformed back into sadness as Simon was reaching for his phone, hitting Jace's contact. He held the phone up to his ear, willing the idiot to answer.

"What do you want mundane?" Jace's voice was basically a growl.

"Can't call me that anymore, vampire remember?"

"Still your nickname, now what do you want? I'm in the middle of something."

"Yeah I think I know what that something is, considering she is crying all over me."

"She broke up with me."

"I didn't even know you two were officially dating?" Simon frowned, upset because it felt like he was missing something very important.

"I must be a horrible fuck." He heard her whisper, and like in the movies everything clicked into place.

"Excuse me?" Simon said.

"I said where is she? Are you still at Beauty Bar?" Jace yelled into the phone.

"Did you fuck Clary and then dump her?" Simon yelled out, causing Clary to sob harder. The bar got quieter, trying to catch the gossip. "You piece of shit."

"You have no idea what you are talking about mundane. Is Clary with you? I need to see her, she's in danger."

"Yeah from you, you prick. I shouldn't have even called you, you asshole! And because your feeble mind already forgot, not a mundane anymore angel wings, I can protect Clary just fine."

"Simon just stay away from her!" Jace ordered into a dial tone, "Dammit!"

Alec came up behind him, Magnus dancing to his own beat next to him, and Izzy on the other side. "So, what's the plan? Retrive?"

"I don't even know if I should go after her." Jace let it hang in the air for a moment before Magnus flicked him on the forehead.

"No, bad Jace, bad. No biscuit." Jace waved his hand away but Magnus stayed in front of him, challenging him.

"No, if this is how she wants it, so be it." Jace folded his arms, his decision in his mind final.

"Why do you get drunk Jace?" Magnus spoke slowly, as if to a toddler.

"To celebrate."

"Do you think Clarrisa is celebrating the loss of her virginity Jonathan Christopher?"

"No." Magnus dragged him by the ear, enough was enough. "Look I already said I was sorry."

"No you said you were sorry to us, now you have to say it to are going to pull your dick out between your legs and go after the woman you love. You are going to admit you are being a colossal wuss, and then grovel, nursing the killer hang over she is going to have. Got it?'

"She has her guard dog with her, how am I going to get thru that?"

Izzy tossled her hair and pulled the zipper down on her jacket slightly, "I can think of a way or two?" she offered.

"Oh Isabelle, that's gross, no."

"Come on family effort, let's get Clary back, so we can concentrate on what is actually important." Alec stiffened as Magnus brought his hand up to lightly spank him.

"You won't leave me will you Simon?"

"No Clary of course not, we may have to get out of here though. There is just a lot of people and they're dancing." As if that somehow explained everything he was feeling. The rush of blood and pounding heartbeats coupled with the mask of lust and so many dark corners. It was taking every ounce of control he had learned to stop himself.

"Oh my god dancing! I love dancing! You are a genius! A genius, Simonveratu! It's time to dance!" And with that, Clary spun out on the dancefloor, as Simon cursed himself with a string of four lettered words. He caught his fangs a few times, covering his mouth for a pretend coughing fit when he got the whiff of angel blood. He scanned the door way and saw Jace, and already started off towards him when a woman he recognized blocked his way.

"Not now Izzy, I have to punch the living shit out of your brother."

Izzy brought a finger down his face and continued it under his shirt, down his chest. "Can't say I haven't felt that feeling. But I think we can work on other feelings right now." Simon took a breath in, and cursed himself being the dead give away that she was working with him. "Let's let them work it out, okay? And if he screws up again, you can beat him up and I won't block you." Izzy brought her finger to her cleavage, slowly pulling the fabric down to give Simon a view. "Hell, I might even help." Simon huffed slightly before pulling her into him.

"If he hurts her-" Simon started.

"Maim, murder, death, kill. Miss anything?" Izzy smiled, confident in her skills. Now she just had to find confidence in her brother. She looked up to see Magnus and Alec sit at the bar, to get a good view of the dance floor. Simon waved behind him without looking, already knowing it was a group effort.

Clary was dancing her heart out, singing off key and letting her hair flip wildly. Hands grabbed her and hips grinded against her and she didn't care because they weren't Jace. Jace, who made her body feel things she didn't even know it was capable of. Jace, who wanted to pretend every look they shared was nothing. Well she would make sure it was nothing. She covered her eyes and began to spin. "I'm taking the next man I bump into home with me and I am going to fuck him until my legs fall off!" She used it as a war cry and reached out her arm, grabbing a handful of a soft shirt. Without opening her eyes, she launched herself at her mysterious new bed mate and kissed him. His lips were soft, but commanding, nibbling on her lip, his tongue caressing after. She moaned into this man, pressing her body against him. He kissed his way up her neck and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He was walking her off the dancefloor in a daze of lust and adrenaline.

"Time to go sweetheart." Clary's eyes opened and the fantasy was shattered as she looked into Jace's eyes. "I get to be fucked until your legs fall off, that was the bargain right?"

Magnus just buried his head into his hands as Clary screamed. "Idiot."

Jace hurried out of the club before putting Clary on her feet.

"Really? Anyone in this god forsaken city and somehow it's you!" She scoffed. "Unbelievable."

"Could be fate?" Jace shrugged, actually happy at the timing and trying hard to keep a lid on the jealousy he felt hearing her. What she didn't' see was him threatening everyone away from her with an angel blade as she made her deceleration. Sometimes, fate needed a hand he figured.

"You've made it clear, your fate is not going to include me."

"I was wrong." He opened his arms, showing his weakness to her. "I'm sorry Clary. I was afraid and stupid."

"Damn right you were!" Clary huffed, still angry. But his apology getting to her. "You're not off the hook, keep going."

"Please, when you're ready. Let me earn back your trust so we can try again. Maybe we can do something mundane you like. Like coffee." Jace scratched his head. It was the last thing he wanted to do but he needed Clary back.

Clary tried to think but her mind was so clouded with alcohol she started to sway. Magnus came up behind her, hand around her waist.

"My dear, while you think about forgiving the whelp, may I offer my place to sleep? You will be left alone, entirely."

Jace looked at Magnus as though he was a traitor as Clary nodded her head.

"That would be nice, because I think I'm going to be sick." Jace held her hair as all the alcohol from the evening came up. "I'm so sorry." Jace rubbed her back. "So sorry." He hugged her, offering his sleeve to wipe her face with.

"I'm sorry." Jace looked at her. "Think of me?"

"Maybe." Clary's voice sounded tired as she teased him. "Can we go Magnus?"

"Of course." He opened a portal with his normal flourish and they disappeared into it. Jace was left standing on the street with Alec.

"Why didn't you go?"

"Magnus said he needed 'girl time', whatever that is. So I am staying with you. I imagine you will want to beat something up?"

"Please." Jace agreed, as they headed back to the institute.