This short story takes place in City of Bones. At Magnus's party.

I look around me but don't see the others; they had become lost in the crowd. I start to walk off when I feel the presence of someone close behind me. I turn around to see Simon. He had been following me around like a lost puppy. I grin.

"Come on" I say as I grab his hand and drag him onto the dance floor. Simon bounces up and down on the balls of his feet, something he considers dancing. I can't help but laugh. I circle around him like a tiger sizing up their prey. I grab his chest and we dance. I'm surprised by how much fun I'm having. After a few songs, we walk off the dance floor and sit at the bar. Simon never leaves my side. It's kind of annoying but also kind of flattering. I ask Simon if he would like anything which he replies no. I order myself vodka which I chug down a few minutes after it arrives. Simon looks at me, amazed. I grin and grab his hand again, taking him to the dance floor. We dance to a few more songs. I try to show Simon some other dance moves but it doesn't work out. It seems the only dancing Simon is capable of is bouncing up and down.

We end up back at the bar, where I order another vodka. I began to drink as Simon just stares. I'm almost done when Simon's attention goes from me to a blue drink sitting on the bar.

"What's this?" he asks. I shrug.

"I've never seen a drink this blue before" he continues.

"You're at a warlock party and you're talking about how strange the drinks are" I reply. I can't help but chuckle.

"What do you think it tastes like?" He asks. I'm starting to get annoyed by all these random questions about this stupid blue drink.

"I don't know. Bubble gum" I reply sarcastically.

"I'm going to try it" Simon says as he picks up the drink. I grab his arm.

"I wouldn't do that" I tell him.

"Why not?" he asks.

"Because you're at a warlock party. Who knows what that drink could do" I tell him.

"Come on. It's just a drink. What is it going to do, give me superpowers?" he answers. I roll my eyes.

"Alright, if you want to be all big and bad and drink it, be my guest. But don't come to me when you're growing extra toes or turning blue." I say as I finish my drink and jump down from the bar stool. When I look up again Simon has the blue drink up to his lips. He leans his head back and takes a sip.

"See, nothing happened" he says.

"Yet" I say as I turn around to go back to the dance floor.

"Coming?" I say as I turn around to see if Simon's behind me. But when I turn I no longer see Simon but instead a small brown rat.

"By the angel, stupid mundanes!" I say as I run over to the bar. The rat, or should I say Simon, quickly runs under the bar. I curse. I was so dead.