Pairing: Clace 

Prompt: “that’s the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard.” 

Prompter: aymymayra

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“That’s the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard,” Jace wet his lips, laughing at Clary who was sipping enthusiastically on something called a gummy bear cocktail. She had cheerily told him that it didn’t even taste like alcohol...and that was four gummy-bear cocktails ago. 

“What!” Clary demanded, offended. She slammed her first down on the table. “I said--I said--” She frowned, trailing off. Apparently, she didn’t quite remember what she’d said. 

“You asked me if I was a parking ticket,” Jace began, with exaggerated patience. 

“--Because you have fine written all over you?” Clary remembered, holding up her cocktail in triumph. “You can’t fault me for that one, Jace. That’s pure gold.” 

He tapped his whiskey to her glass, and couldn’t help but smile at the way her green eyes shone with the light. It wasn’t often they went out and let loose like this, and it was nice to see Clary having fun. 

“C’mon, Fray!” Simon called, wiggling in some weird way on the dance floor. Jace grimaced and had to look away out of second hand embarrassment. 

“Come on,” Clary stood up, beckoning Jace with a hand held out. “C’mon, Jace, let’s dance.” 

Jace could have refused her...at least, he likes to tell himself that he could. But truthfully, with that playful glimmer in her eyes, with that smile on her full lips....he’d like to meet the man that could say no to Clarissa Fairchild. He set down his drink and let her take his hand, guiding him onto the dance floor. 

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“You had fun, right?” Jace asked, grinning wider than he maybe ought to. 

“Uh huh,” Clary moaned. She was bent over his shoulder fire man style, after throwing up the entire contents of her stomach and the some in the bar bathroom while Jace held her hair back and Izzy ordered her a ginger-ale. “Losta fun.” 

Jace patted her behind soothingly, enjoying the cool New York air on his face as he strolled casually home with her. “I had fun, too. And I’m gonna remember that you’re a flirt when you’re drunk, Clarissa,” He teased her, jabbing a finger into her thigh. “I better keep an eye on you.” 

“Uh huh,” She muttered again. “I only flirt with you.” 

Jace snorted. “I know,” He said, quite pleased. She made a wrenching sound like she was going to throw up again, but when he stopped and bent to put her down, she coughed a little and tapped the back of his thigh. 

“M’okay,” she groaned. “Just get me home, dump me in the bathtub with some Advil and a glass of water, and call it a night.”