Alec should have known nothing good ever came out of a bet.
Usually, he would be in his room and try to finish his copy of Persuasion or find Jace and spar until their muscles were all sore. But as always, Alec's past mistake found a way to bite him in the ass.
So here he was, in some crowded bar with the worst music, nursing some sparkling water while watching Leo hit it off with Alec’s ex boyfriend.
If every night out turned into this, Alec might give up on social interaction altogether.
Meeting Magnus was the best and worst part of his evening. By the angel, how Alec wished he could ignore him. Magnus and his stupid gorgeous face. And those stupid necklaces and that stupid jacket with no undershirt, showing all smooth ski—
Okay, he had some serious problems. Honestly, Alec needed to pick a struggle, either mad or horny. Get a fucking grip on yourself Lightwood.
Against his better judgment, he cast a lingered quick look at them. Leo looked as well as someone would in the presence of Magnus Bane, nervous, flustered even.
Magnus. Magnus looked so beautiful it hurted. The highlight in his styled hair matched perfectly with his red jacket. His eyes were dark and intent and wow Alec really wished that gaze was directed at him instead.
There was obvious tension between Leo and Magnus, so evident Alec could spot it from his place at the bar. He was glad he managed to get the fuck out of there before he ended up third wheeling them.
In the list of things Alec prided himself on, removing his presence from where he wasn’t wanted scored pretty high. Matchmaking would be moving up on that list tonight but he wasn’t sure he could think about that and not cry.
Alec sighed and shrugged off his leather jacket, leaving his arms bare. The semi-sheer tank top was more risqué than his daily getup, but a bet was a bet. Better get on with this before heading back to the Institute. He was in no shape or form for whatever punishment Izzy cooked up.
“You look like you need this,” the bartender slid a glass towards him. “courtesy of Mr. 3 o’clock over there.”
The man in question lifted off his glass and winked in Alec’s direction. He was okay, blond, handsome, not Alec’s type.
He turned his face back to the bartender, carefully observing the drink before him
“I can’t take this but thanks anyway.”
“You sure? I can turn him down if you want and you pay for this,” She put down the glass she had been polishing “you seem desperately in need of vodka.”
Damn it. She had some point.
If Alec had to go through this, at least he could avoid doing it sober. He took the glass and downed it in one go.
It burned, but it wasn’t enough.
“Can you get me something stronger?”
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