Clizzy, Malec, & Saphael (Don't tear my heart strings)

chapter 9

Clary-

"Holy shit. How did you get all of that?" I said completely dumbfounded.

I had never seen my mom drink unless it was with all of her friends, but that was just wine.

Izzy smirked and pulled out a whole bottle of Titos vodka and set it on the counter. 

"My parents always keep a stash and Magnus always buys drinks for Alec and I." 

Izzy started to open up the bottle and proceeded to pull out shot glasses from the cabinet as well. My heartbeat started to quicken at the thought of what this night would become. How drunk was I willing to get? Would Izzy judge me if I didn't drink as much as her or if I was considered a light weight? 

"Umm, hey Iz ive never gotten drunk before. I have only had a few sips of my moms wine..." I said sheepishly.

Izzy looked at me and slowed down her actions. 

"Its okay, Im not going to pressure you into anything. If you don't want to take shots you won't hurt my feelings. And hey you could always try my signature mixed drink if you want to. It's Malibu, sprite, and Hawaiian Punch. You can't even taste the Vodka." She said. 

I laughed and hid my face in embarrassment, "Okay." I said as I sat down at the bar stool. Izzy took out a larger glass and started to make our drinks.

"So how do you think Raphael is going to be in the morning?" I asked, concerned for my new friend. 

"Oh him? He will be fine, he gets drunk all the time, he can definitely handle himself." She said while laughing. I smiled and took the drink from her hands and sipped on it slowly while still making eye contact. 

"Oh my gosh. This tastes exactly like punch." I said. "This is going to get me sooo messed up if I don't control myself." 

Izzy smirked and opened her mouth to say something but shut it almost as fast as she had opened it. 

"So, what do you like to listen to? I have a radio in the living room if you want to come sit in there." Izzy said while grabbing a bottle of Malibu, two shot glasses, and her newly made drink. 

Hmmm, she is really good with her hands I thought. Stop Clary, you can't think like that or you might go a little too far tonight. On the drinking and on Izzy. While either options sounded amazing, I don't know how to go about either of them. 

"Yeah sure! I am into any genre actually, except jazz and Indie music." I said while sitting down next to izzy on the couch. 

Izzy grabbed the remote and turned on the radio and set it to a station where the newest pop hits were playing. 

"You know we still have to work on that project, which I am dreading." I said while frowning. 

"Ugh don't remind me. Not only do I hate history I also hate group projects....Except when I get to work with beautiful girls." Izzy said while smirking at me. I then took a large gulp of my drink to where it was half empty. I want to gain some courage to get closer to Izzy physically but I don't know what to do in bed. Maybe I can blame it on the booze?

I leaned into kiss Izzy as she stood up to go get the Titos vodka from the kitchen. 

Welp there went that, I thought. Maybe it's a sign. 

Hoping not to press my luck I tried to keep the conversation on the project. "I know we both don't want to work on the project but I can't go home empty handed tomorrow or else my mom won't let me come back."