“come here,” simon cupped clary’s face as she leaned in, eyeing his lips.
“biscuit!” simon’s hooded eyes snapped wide open as magnus dragged a chair from another table to theirs, scraping noisily against the bar floor for what seemed like an entire minute.
clary’s mouth hung open as magnus carefully dragged the chair slowly all the way from the table next theirs and just as it was gonna reach them he turned and carefully dragged it around them to another table where alec sat. where had he come from? alec waved at them with a smile that looked all too complicit.
“good floors.” magnus said, and simon turned to see there was no trail. he also noticed alec’s table already had another chair. magnus seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. “i don’t like that chair,” he explained, then proceeded to drag the chair he ‘didn’t like’ back to the table where he’d gotten the other special chair from. the scraping was unbearable now and clearly nowhere near over so simon made a decision. “well! so nice running into you guys but there’s, you know, vampire business to attend. fangs to bear.”
“leaving so soon? you’ve only just gotten here.” alec sipped his beer and didn’t break eye contact as he kept drinking. simon wanted to answer, to ask how he knew, how long had he been there? but alec wasn’t even blinking, only tipping his beer glass back as he stared and drank. “um… yes.” he was rarely speechless, in fact blabbing on was usually his reaction to being nervous, but alec was still drinking.
clary coughed and simon was brought back to reality. he grabbed his jacket and waved awkwardly, clary followed a second later when simon was halfway out the door without having called her.