Alec looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like he always did. Messy jet-black hair. Rarely smiling face. Slim body. And of course, covered in runes. He was on his way to Magnus's loft, to have a few drinks. He was still very confused on what to wear, but he knew that Magnus would obviously be dressed for the occasion. He dug through his closet and shelves, but only found uncomfortable gear. He knew that there must be something he could wear, somewhere in the Institute, because no one would want him to walk out of Institute half-naked in only his underwear. So he went to the laundry rack and found a simple navy-blue cotton t-shirt and some black jeans and quickly slipped on his dull outfit. He looked at his watch and saw the time. He was already 15 minutes late, not that Magnus really cared. So he grabbed his phone and charged to the Institute's front door. He stepped into the warm afternoon sunlight and took off toward his location, Magnus's glamorous loft.
