MAYBE HE SHOULD FEEL WORSE about his own thoughts and his conclusion that the bar may or may not be his favorite place for the night. it was not like the shadowhunter was big on drinking, but it certainly seemed like alcohol would make this whole thing a hell of a lot more bearable than sobriety. jace sat down on a stool, waiting for his turn to order drinks when his eyes met those of the person next to him. “you. again. as always.” he murmured, though he was more amused than annoyed. “why am i starting to feel like you’re stalking me?” now that part was clearly a joke, it was jace who kept running into him after all. ( @kosmoreyes )








