Call me Danny and you will be as good as dead.

“Well I could’ve gone for an arrow. They were available.” He crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow.

Danises lips quirked into a smile and she crossed her own arms over her chest. “I suppose you want me to swoon and call you my hero for not doing so?”

Danise pursed her lips but nodded. "Alright, let's go get food somewhere else then." She didn't know what had happened, she had left for five minutes and the next thing she knew the others mood had wilted. 

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Danise looked up at him with a raised brow and shook her head. "I suppose I should be glad you didn't go for an arrow." Her tone dripped with something akin to acid.  

Danise pushed the vodka bottle over with a smirk. "Drinking up. That's what you can do." Washing down toothpaste with alcohol? She couldn't say it was thrilling, but at least it was something. 

Jace had gone on his own walk after his attempt at playing the piano to unwind only left him frustrated. Why, oh why, did he have to develop feelings for Clary who was just as infuriating as she was intriguing. He hadn’t been following the other girl a little ways ahead of him. He’d been trying to keep to himself. Either she was paranoid, or could sense his presence. “It’s just your friendly, neighborhood dream boat.”

At the sound of the other she gave a bark of a laugh and straightened up to try and cover the fact that she had been scared mere moments ago. “Oh?” Eyes squinted and attempted to travel up and down Jaces body, despite the dark. “I wouldn’t go that far.”