Half Truths

First Impressions

The pungent scents of sweat and gun powder hung heavy in the air. Jace crouched low behind a blockade, his handgun held pointing up against his chest. He inched cheer to the edge of the barrier, his head cocked to the side, listening for the slightest of movement.

Once satisfied there was none, he pivoted around the and shot to his feet, his weapon raised and pointed in front of him. A wooden human shaped target popped up from behind another structure. Jace applied pressure to the trigger, letting several shots sounding the air with a deafening sound and riddling the dummy with bullets before even straightened. Several feet to his left.

Alec stood.

Why do you always have to be the first to shoot? Can't you give anyone else a chance?" He asked as he shoved his gun back in to his belt. "And why,On Earth on the Angel, would I do that?" Jace raised an eyebrow at Alec while bolstering his own weapon.

He shrugged "I can't help it if you move with the speed of a dying snail. Hesitation leads to death in this occupation, and this" he gestured to his body "is too pretty to be cold and buried in the city of bones"

Alec rolled his eyes "whatever Jace" he muttered
Jace sauntered over to the target, his eyes taking in the damage he'd caused. Three to the heart and one to the head. All four, kill shots. A satisfied smirk played upon his lips as he turned from the target. "See? How can you argue with my masterful skills? Look at this perfection",- "is it really necessary for you to be a huge Dick at all times?",- "not all times," Jace walked over to the doors, "just when I feel I can get a rise out of you. And besides it makes my whole day- and sometimes tides me over into the evening aswell. That's my favourite".

"Can you push the reset when you leave?" Alec asked ignoring jaces mockery. "It's the least you could do since you didn't allow me to make any practice shots whatsoever".
"Of course, princess. Would you like me to set out your tiara and magic wand aswell?" He gazed at Alec with the most innocent look one could muster. "Wouldn't you want to strain your pretty self or mess up your manicure now would we? We know how taxing it can lift that big, heavy crown off your make up table".

"For angels sake! Your such an arse!" Alec swore.

Jace chuckled. It wouldn't be a successful day if he didn't have his fun with Alec. Sure, he knew what an arse he was being, and it was absolutely on purpose, he thought, anyway. At this point, he couldn't really distinguish the persona from the real deal. Maybe he turned in to a asshat for real. Not that the thought bothered him in the slightest. For whatever reason, it helped him with the girls and he wasn't complaining. Apparently, they liked guys who treated them like crap, felt them up in the back rooms and promised to call but never even did. Who knew? The knowledge would have made high school a whole lot easier for him if he had know. Oh well, as the saying goes, Hind sight is twenty/twenty.

Plucking the plastic card from around his neck, he swiped it through the reader and the heavy steel doors opened allowing him to escape. Once outside, he pulled off his glasses -the ones Alec had called 'birth control glasses'- from his face and deposited them in the container kept just outside the door.

He slammed his palm down in a large red button near another doorway, resetting the targets before stepping out into the hallway. Passing several closed off rooms in his way, Jace pondered what might he do tonight?? He could hand around at he academy and practice more shooting, but who was kidding? What kind of loser on a Friday night would do that? A big one that is. He wasn't Alec for Christ sakes.

There was a club in town. But he was growing board with the slim picking of female companionship there. Hopefully, now that classes had recently started at the local university there'd be more to choose from. Near the end of the hall, he veered off to the right, entering a large common room complete with a sofa, two chairs and a large screen television.