“Mundane? And what are you? Some alien disguised as a human? Some immortal being who will never know Death? I’m going to go with the alien, sounds more fun to me.” Elena commented, brown eyes rolling and looking off to the side at the crowds walking past the two. “What kind of picture book is that anyway? Clearly not for kids, doesn’t really look like a book to help you draw either.” An amused laughter coursed through the brunette, “I’ll lecture you if I want to, but that really involves some effort. I’m just bored.”
The Nephilim, leaning back in his chair, took a long sip of his drink before setting and down and looking up at Elena. “Oh, you’re still here,” he muttered, standing as he carefully picked up the book. “You know, if I would have known girls could ramble on this frequently, I would have thought twice about giving that cute red head my number earlier. Guess I’ll have to change it,” Jace muttered, glaring down at Elena. “Oh goodie. A mutual party. Unfortunately for you, I’m more of a lone wolf so excuse me,” he muttered before pushing past her to saunter towards the cross walk to head back to the Institute. It would have been much easier to have simple placed a rune on his arm and walked around like a ghost but he usually found amusement through communication with humans. Although today seemed to be a bit of a bust.
What separates Clary from other heroines in certain other stories…
Jamie Campbell Bower out in Madrid, August 22nd
Lily Collins and Jamie Campbell Bower at “The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones” Berlin Premiere.
"Drunk and flirtatious." Elena retorted, settling down in the chair next to him and ordering a whiskey from the bartender. "Deadly combination. Why are you here by yourself?”
Jace drained his glass, and as the bartender came to fill Elena’s order, he requested another brandy for himself. “The words drunk nor flirtatious exist in my vocabulary, sweetheart,” he muttered, taking a swig from his recently refilled glass. “I wasn’t flirting with you; I was making an observation—a statement, if you will.”
“If you’re so set out on reading, why are you in public where some people actually bother talking to strangers.” New York was a big city, with characters from every book. “And some strangers stand here and bother people until they pay mind to others. Not everyone has to be a complete douchebag in this town, there is no law.”
“Well, when I’m not getting question about something as simple as reading in public, I enjoy the sound of blurred voices while I read. Was that satisfying enough for you, mundane?” Jace sighed, sounding exasperated. Careful not to damage the book more than it already was, the Nephilim slowly closed the book of runes that Alec had warned him not to so much as touch let alone read. But, hey, what the hell, right? “Is that what you want? Attention?” the blonde scoffed. “Don’t lecture me.”
"Well you’re grumpy. I’m Elena, and I assume you aren’t really up for socializing."
“Beautiful and perceptive,” Jace drawled from where he sat at the bar with a brandy in his hand. “Dangerous combination.”