Simon burst out laughing. "You look absolutely ridiculous Fray!"

Clary threw her head back in a fit of laughter, nearly collapsing to the ground. She had to admit, the coconut bra and grass skirt combo wasn't exactly flattering on her. "Yeah, well it's my turn now, so you better watch out!" Simon cringed back in mock intimidation. "Oh yes Clary! I fear your Truth or Dare wrath!"

She stuck her tongue out. "You're lucky that you didn't have to wear this completely degrading outfit." Jace grinned. "I think it looks sexy on you." Clary elbowed him in the shoulder. "You say that about everything I wear!"

"Only because it's true."

Across the room, Isabelle gagged. "Please, can we keep the PDA down to sea-level? Some of us are trying to enjoy our food." She turned up her nose and flung a piece of popcorn over at the couple. Jace swatted it away. "Watch it Iz. You almost got that in my hair."

Isabelle snorted. "Pity."

"Alright guys, what did we miss?" Magnus and Alec walked through the archway to Magnus's living room carrying a clear glass bowl full of skittles.

"Not much," said Simon. "Just Clary having to dress up in a hula dancer costume." Clary shot him a glare, and he quickly added "Oh, and Isabelle threw a hissy fit because she's still single."

A rock hard popcorn kernel whizzed past Simon's head, missing its target by only millimetres.

"What the hell Iz?" Simon whined, rubbing the back of his head as if she really had hit him.

"I wasn't throwing a hissy fit!" Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest, signalling the topic was off limits for discussion.

Clary decided that this would be a good time to change the subject. "Alright, Magnus. Truth or dare?"

The warlock grinned mischievously, the twinkle in his eye resembling the layer of glitter that covered his body. "Let's make this fun." He mused. "Dare."

Clary rubbed her hands together. "Let's see here. Okay, I dare you to… I've got it! Jace, can you go get that die please?"

Jace furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but went and got a set of dice anyways. "Here. What are they for anyways?" Clary giggled.

"Alright sparkle boy. I dare you to roll the dice three times."

Magnus seemed perplexed. "That's it?"

"Not exactly. The first time is what we'll call the "Clothing Number". The second time is the "People Number", and the third time is going to be the number of pictures we get to take."

"By the Angel, Clarissa. You're more diabolical than I first took you to be."

Clary grinned from ear to ear. "So I've been told. Now let's get rolling."

Magnus hesitantly picked up the dice and tossed them across the room. He peered down the number and sighed in relief. "Two."

Clary wasn't fazed for a moment. "Good. You have to remove to articles of clothing."

Waving it off, Magnus picked up the dice for a second roll. "Two pieces of my clothing is nothing. Just ask Alec, he'll tell you."

Across the room, Alec blushed a deep shade of red. He was clearly uncomfortable with Magnus discussing their personal lives with others. "Just roll the dice." he groaned.

"With pleasure." Magnus tossed the dice with a flick of his wrist, causing a shower of glitter to rain down on the coffee table. They rolled to a stop and Magnus glanced at the dots. "Shit. Six." Clary nearly rolled off the loveseat in laughter, only to be pulled back by Jace.

"Okay." She said once she had regained her ability to speak. "That means that six people get to tell you which to pieces of clothing to take off, for a grand total of twelve Magnus garments lying on the floor!" She squealed with glee, earning a smile from Jace and a face palm from Magnus.

"There's only one problem: There's five of us." Simon pointed out.

"Five of who?" Maia asked, striding into the room with Jordan on her arm.

Isabelle let out a whoop of laughter, clutching her stomach to prevent herself from doubling over.

"Great." muttered Magnus.

"We're playing truth or dare," Clary explained, "And six people get to pick two parts of Magnus's outfit for him to strip off."

Maia raised an eyebrow. "Was this your idea, Clary?"

The redhead nodded proudly. "You're just in time to see how many pictures of Magnus we get to upload to Facebook!"

"What's Facebook?" Jace asked, legitimately confused. Clary just patted him on the back and whispered "I'll show you later." She then handed Magnus the dice and told him to roll.

Reluctantly, he did, tossing the dotted cubes so far across the room Clary was certain it must have been magic. They bounced off the walls, and Simon ran over to get the first look. Having vampire speed and all, he was always first to the prize. "Magnus, you lucky son of a bitch, it's a three."

"Yes!" Magnus breathed a sigh of relief. "Not so fast." Clary said, holding up a finger. "You still haven't stripped for us!"

Magnus stood up from his spot in front of the coffee table and threw up his arms. "Alright. Who's first?"

Isabelle shrieked in delight. "Me!"

Clary nodded. "Be my guest, Iz."

Clapping her dainty hands together, Isabelle skipped over to Magnus and pointed at his tight, neon pink leather pants. "Those first." Magnus reached down to remove his shoes, but Isabelle slapped his hand away. "Ah ah ah! I said pants first!"

"But-" Before Magnus could protest, Isabelle gave him a look that told him there was no backing out. He sighed, and pulled his pants over his shoes, causing the material to make tortured squeaking noises.

Several minutes later, Magnus was left in only his sequined belt and velvet top hat. He was laying stomach-down on the couch attempting to cover himself enough to not look stupid in the pictures. Alec stood on the other side of the room. Magnus was still mad at him for choosing his underwear over the belt or hat, but Alec, for once, seemed greatly amused.

"Say cheese Mr. High Warlock!" sang Clary, snapping a photo with her phone.

Magnus muttered something about stupid mundane expressions before turning to shoot the finger at the camera. Alec stifled a laugh as Clary grimaced, clearly displeased that her one photo had been ruined. "You suck, Magnus."

Magnus laughed. "Very true." He said, winking at a now tomato red Alec. Jace interrupted before things could go any further. "Okay, Magnus. Your turn."

Magnus put on a pair of sparkly shorts and mocked an evil laugh; Alec took this as a sign that he was again in good spirits and ready to be sat with. The dark haired Shadowhunter climbed back into his boyfriend's lap and began to play with his spiky hair.

Sighing contently, Magnus turned to face Maia. "Small-ish female werewolf. Truth or dare?"

Maia snorted. "Small-ish female werewolf has a name, you know. It's Maia. And truth."

"I know your name; it's just more interesting to call you otherwise."

Maia shook her head. "Are you gonna ask me a question or not?"

"Okay, okay. Patience, young Chihuahua." That earned the warlock a pillow in the face from Jordan who was wrapped protectively around Maia.

"Watch it." Magnus brushed off the threat, returning to his game.

"Okay, 'Maia'. Where's the most interesting place you've ever had sex, and with whom?"

Maia's jaw dropped, and Jordan smirked. He was clearly thinking of how she might answer this question.

Recovering from her surprise, Maia thought for a moment, and then said "On the Ferris Wheel, last week, with Jordan."

Isabelle did a spit take, spraying diet Pepsi across the room. "Oh my god Maia! I was on that ride! You two are disgusting!"

Jordan laughed. "Grow a spine Isabelle. I'm sure you've done worse."

"Probably true." Isabelle whispered with a smirk.

"Anyways," said Maia, calling attention back to the matter at hand. "Jace. Truth or dare?"

"Well, Clary made me swear I'd do at least one truth, so I might as well get it over with now. Truth."

Maia whispered something in Jordan's ear, having a mini conference about what they might ask. Finally, they pulled away, a satisfied look on the male lycanthrope's face.

"Okay, Lightwood. Since Clary was so keen on you picking truth, let's have some fun. How many girls did you sleep with, before Clary?"

"Oh, Angel." Clary groaned, hiding her face behind a blue plush throw pillow. Jace looked slightly embarrassed, maybe even ashamed. He put a hand on Clary's back and said something quietly that only she could hear. She put down the pillow, even seeming to smile a bit.

"If you really must know, you filthy minded canine…" He took a deep breath, and finished his sentence. "Fourteen."

Clary's eyes filled with rage. "FOURTEEN!" Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the heaviest possible thing to throw at him. Settling on a coaster, she repeatedly thwacked him with it over the head with full force. Jace cringed the first few times, but eventually gave up, submitting to her beatings. "I- ouch! I deserve this. I'm so- shit that hurt! I'm sorry Clary."

After a few minutes of this abuse, Clary began to simmer down, releasing Jace from her hold. She steadied her emotions with a breath before realizing that the whole room was staring at her. "What?" she asked. "You guys would want to hit him too!"

The whole group exploded into laughter. Simon rolled off of his seat on the armchair, landing on top of Isabelle who was curled up in the fetal position, clutching her chest and gasping for air. Magnus and Alec were slumped forward on each other's shoulders, their eyes watery from all the laughing. Everyone settled down after a while, but with very red faces.

Jace was holding his head in his hands. Little purple bumps were beginning to form where Clary had assaulted him with the wooden coaster, and the guilt was growing in her stomach. She leaned over and gave him a big kiss on the forehead, although nothing seemed to improve.

In the end, Jace turned to look up at Clary, his eyes telling her that he forgave her completely. But he wasn't quite over it yet.

"Clarissa. Truth or dare?"

"Well, I'm afraid of what you'll ask if I say truth, so dare."

Jace beamed. "Awesome. Since you essentially just attempted to murder me with a small wooden circle, I dare you to spend ten minutes with me, in that closet, letting me to whatever I want."

Clary blushed and gave him a horrified look, but let him off with "Don't do anything too perverted."

Jace chuckled. "I'll try my best."

Everyone in the room groaned, especially Simon. "Just keep it down you guys. There are some things that can never be unheard."

Jordan hollered something like "Yes man!" and slapped Simon a high five.

Rolling her eyes, Clary took Jace's hand and tugged him towards the closet. "You're lucky that I love you."

Jace bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I know."

Outside of the confined space, the others continued to chat and eat, attempting to ignore the occasional thump that sounded out from the closed door.

Alec was in the middle of a story about purple skittles when a low moan disturbed the peace. It was distinctly female, making Simon clench his hands into fists. He absolutely hated when Jace did things to Clary, and was not about to start tolerating it for a simple game of truth or dare.

"Guys!" he yelled. "We said keep it down."

There was a male sound of protest, followed by Jace's silent laugh, and Clary's voice.

"Sorry Simon. He's just- ooooooooooohhhhh!"

Isabelle snickered as Simon covered his ears. "I so did not need to hear that."

Clary tried to apologize again, but was cut off by a series of gasps and sighs. Simon banged his head on the coffee table. "Just stop talking, Clary."

He turned to Magnus. "How much longer?"

The warlock looked up at the clock wistfully, and replied "They've got four minutes."

"I give up. I'll be in the kitchen." Simon got up and left the room. Isabelle followed him with her Pepsi, and the remaining four continued to chat about mindless things, ignoring the noises being emitted from behind the door.

The four minutes passed, and all had been quiet for about a minute. Suddenly, the doorknob clicked, and Jace stepped out, a sly grin on his face. His hair was unruffled, and he looked exactly the way he had ten minutes ago. Clary, on the other hand, followed him out looking completely exhausted. "Last time I ever go into a closet with you in public."

Jace smiled and scooped her up into his arms. "It couldn't have been that bad."

"For me, it was fine. I'm not sure Simon will ever recover though."

There was a giggle from the kitchen, presumably Isabelle, and Simon came into the room, his hands covering his eyes. "Is it safe to look now?"

Jordan nodded. "Yeah Simon. Although I wouldn't go in that closet again for a long time if I were you."

Clary shot him a look, but was whisked away by Jace who plopped back down on the loveseat in the corner. "Your turn." He said.

Clary thought for a moment and turned to Alec. "Truth or dare?" she asked.

"Truth."

There was no hesitation is Clary's response. "What, in your opinion, is the sexiest thing about Magnus?"

Alec looked over at his boyfriend; seemingly trying to pick out something he liked the best. He smiled shyly and said "Just one thing?" This made Magnus extremely happy. He scooped Alec up and kissed him forcefully on the lips. Alec sighed, deepening the kiss by pressing himself onto Magnus and up against the edge of the couch. He rested his hands on Magnus's bare chest, evoking a low growl from the warlock's throat. Alec pulled away quickly, looked up at Clary, and said "Definitely that." Magnus chuckled, pulling Alec back down to kiss him again.

Isabelle cleared her throat noisily. "Not to be a prude, but GET A ROOM!"

Simon laughed and Isabelle punched him in the arm. Seizing the opportunity, Alec broke away from Magnus and turned to his sister. "Truth or dare Izzy?"

"Dare. I'm not a wuss, Alec."

Alec grinned. He turned to Magnus, whispered something in his ear, and the warlock began to clap his hands together like an excited little girl. "Oooh Isabelle, this is a good one!"

Isabelle curled her lips in a daring smile. "Bring it on."

"Gladly" said Alec. Challenging his sister was one of the things that brought out the little daredevil in Alec's character. "We dare you to kiss the person in this room that you're the most attracted to."

Isabelle's eyes went wide, and, if he looked closely, Alec swore she even blushed a little bit. "Pardon me?"

Alec drummed his fingers on the table in anticipation. "You heard me. Whoever you're the most attracted to in this room, go up and kiss them. Smack on the lips, too."

Isabelle gulped and then nodded. "Okay." She got up off the armchair and set her popcorn aside. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the floor beside Maia and Jordan, bent over, and kissed Simon on the mouth, knocking him to the floor in the process.

(A/N): Okay guys! So this is the completely overused topic of truth or dare between the characters, but there really were only like ten for Mortal Instruments, so I wrote my own! What do you think? Should I post the next part? Let me know! Please review, and thanks for reading!