Malec Stories

New Year's Party

New Year’s Party

A/N: Hey guys! This is another party based Malec fanfic. Hope you like. More at the bottom. See you there!

P.S.: I write the top A/N’s before the story, and bottom A/N’s after I’m done writing, so they may be days apart, depending if I ever get writer’s block. Just letting you know. Okay.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Shocker. Gasp! Cassandra Clare does!? Yeah…. :( And Colleen Houck owns the Wes, the bartender.

                                        

Alec’s POV:

Alec sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night. After much begging and pleading, Magnus had convinced Alec to accompany him to a New Year’s party of an old warlock friend. Alec really didn’t want to go, but Magnus had been very convincing, telling him that he would reward him greatly when they got home, so he reluctantly agreed. And, now, he was sitting at the bar, wondering where his boyfriend was. Only seconds later, he noticed Magnus across the room, talking to a warlock, who was the host of the party, a witch, and a vampire. Figures, Alec thought. He was used to being ignored at any party that they went to. He also didn’t appreciate how…feely...all of Magnus’s friends were. Alec mentally slapped himself. These are his friends. He hasn’t seen them in forever. Stop being….jealous. The last thing you want to be is one of those clingy, possessive boyfriends everybody hates. So this was how Alec found himself alone at the bar of the party he wanted nothing more than to leave.

Alec was brought out of his thoughts as the bartender asked, “You need a drink?”

He turned around on the bar stool to see the bartender looking at him. He looked to be about 21, with long, curly blond hair, bright blue eyes, and tan skin. He was also pretty muscular, but still lean. The man had a charming country accent that suggested that he was from the south. He was cute. But not his type. From shadowhunter instincts, he could also tell that he was a werewolf. Not that it mattered.

“Uh, no thanks.”

Alec glanced back to the party to see that Magnus was now talking to the witch and the warlock.

“Something wrong?” The bartender asked, following Alec’s gaze to the trio.

“Oh, nothing.”

The werewolf smiled a dazzling smile at him.

“Well, are you here alone? I wouldn’t think a cutie like you would be, unless he were single.”

Finally analyzing what the guy had said, Alec blushed furiously and started to stutter.

“N-no, I-I’m here with my boyfriend. He’s here…somewhere.”

“I see. Well, you seem bored, and there’s no one else at the bar, so what do you want to talk about? Have any troubles to lay on the bartender?” The guy said, discarding the rag he used to wipe the counter top of the make-shift bar. He glanced back to see that Magnus was still “socializing” with his buddies. Okay, Alec thought, Magnus doesn’t have to be the only one having any fun. I can have a civilized conversation, with a stranger. Alec hoped to distract himself, so that he didn’t keep glancing at his boyfriend every two seconds. He rummaged through his brain for something to talk about. Then, he got an idea.

“Okay. So, um, you don’t sound like you’re from around here. Where are you from? My name’s Alec, by the way.”

The bartender chuckled, smiling his white, dazzling smile.

“Well, Alec, my full name is Wesley Alan Alexander the Third. But you can just call me Wes.”

(A/N: Wes, for those of you that don’t know, was the diving instructor in “Tiger’s Voyage” by Colleen Houck. He’s not mine. And he’s actually strait. I’m just using him for plot purposes.)