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If there was anything stable in Alec's life, these two facts were those things:

Alec hated clubs.

Alec loved cookies.

It was a paradox, for Alec could barely stand leaving his apartment to get groceries, but he jumped at any chance his whiny best friends offered him cookie dough. This night was like any other, and Alec found himself miserably satisfied.

After a long, tiring day of work and two glasses of Jack Daniels, Alec was enjoying the buzz and the cool air of night. He was ready to sit down and enjoy his new Agatha Christie, hoping for a quiet and peaceful night. It was New Year's Eve, but Alec didn't need to go out and party to enjoy himself. Alone time was the perfect way to celebrate. His head was telling him, of course, that the night would be anything but peaceful. If Alec knew his friends, and he did, they'd be pushing him to come along for a little 'fun.' They called it fun; Alec called it a slow and painful death.

No less than ten pages into And Then There Were None, Jace sauntered out of his room wearing all black and looking extremely handsome. Clubbing was a lifestyle, and Jace was the poster child. He was badass and never, ever lost a game of beer pong. Most people believed Jace was unfeeling, only living life for the booze and the sex. Alec knew that was true, but his roommate also lived for annoying Alec.

"We," Jace announced, meaning him, Alec's sister, Isabelle, and their friend Jordan, "are going to Fire Island. To Pavillion." Jace knew full and well that the place he was speaking of was a gay bar. He just wanted to spark Alec's intetest.

"I hate to tell you," Alec drawled, still pretending to page through his book. "None of your possé is gay."

Jace snorted. "Really? I wasn't aware." He smiled his most devilish smile. "C'mon, Alec, we need a gay to help get us in."

Alec looked up from the pages of his book, just barely, to stare at Jace. "Yes, because I just scream gay. Because I have a sterotypically high-pitched voice and my wardrobe is entirely rainbow," he remarked sarcastically. This wasn't true in the least. Alec believed black and grey clothing was a religion. "Really, Jordan could pass for gay easier than me."

Jace gave him his best puppy dog eyes, which were not convincing in the least coming from a tall, muscular blonde wearing all black.

"I'm not going," Alec finalized.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee," Jace pleaded. "I'll buy you cookie dough."

Fuck. Alec was a sucker for cookie dough. But tonight, that wouldn't be enough. "Okay, but you and Izzy and Jordan have to bake them for me."

Jace sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's just go."

Alec pulled himself up from his chair, reluctantly left his book where it was, and grabbed his jacket to leave. He honestly couldn't care less that he was wearing sweatpants to this club; he wouldn't be doing any dancing anyways.

The pair walked to the subway that they'd take to the ferry to get to Fire Island. The night was young, so they wouldn't miss much. On the way they passed a grocery store, and Alec pulled a surprised Jace inside.

"We are buying the cookie dough now," Alec insisted as he dragged Jace through the store. After finding an entire gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough, Jace paid the cashier, who looked more than confused than two clubbers were buying cookie dough at 10:30 at night. She probably just chalked it up to drugs and wished them a 'happy and safe New Year's'.

Satisfied, Alec followed Jace to the bustling subway, full of young partygoers out to celebrate, with the carton of cookie dough tucked under his arm. Izzy and Jordan met them at the train, both adorned in sleek black outfits. Alec's little sister was wearing the tiniest dress he had ever seen. Alec had to shield his eyes.

"What's wrong, big brother? Don't like what you see?" Izzy asked with a smirk.

Alec shook his head in dismay. "Just get on the damn train." He may have continued to mutter about how she was barely legal and there were predators out there, but Isabelle just didn't happen to hear.

The entire ride to the ferry, Alec was silent. The other three chatted about how lit the club was going to be. Alec wanted nothing more than to jump out of the train.

Instead, he munched on his cookie dough.

When they reached the ferry, Alec sat on a bench and continued to eat cookie dough while his friends bounced around, excitement shooting from all orifices. Fifteen minutes later, Alec was pulled into the streets of Fire Island by Isabelle. The world was a blur as Alec sprinted to catch up with his insane group. He had no idea where The Pavilion was, so he had to trust Izzy and Jace, which never ended well.

The line into the bar wasn't long, surprisingly, although Alec could tell by the expression of the tired bouncer that the bar was packed. They got in without a problem; everyone in the group was legal, and they had done this before. Jace and Izzy ran to the dance floor like puppies run to their masters, while Alec and Jordan were left to get drinks. Jordan ordered fancy things for him and the others. Alec, plain as he was, got a beer. He sat at the bar watching the writhing bodies on the dance floor.

The music was too loud for Alec's taste. The lights were too bright. The people were too drunk. Alec probably looked pathetic, sitting alone drinking a beer and eating cookie dough. Might as well get comfortable, he thought. He had all night.

Then, as he was lazily scanning the crowd, Alec caught eyes with a dolled-up Asian man standing by the DJ. He was wearing a lot of sparkles, and Alec thought he was wearing cat eye contacts. They suited his amber eyes.

He was hot.

The man grinned at him and motioned for Alec to join him. Caught, almost in a trance, Alec moved towards him, pushing past bodies with their own agendas. He reached the man and stood there, his body absorbing the bass in the music and the beauty in the man. It was so loud so close to the booth that Alec didn't even try to strike up a conversation. With a shy smile, he offered up his cookie dough. He and the man turned back to the crowd, enjoying the cookie dough and the company.

They stood together in comfortable silence for what seemed like a few minutes. Suddenly, Alec realized people were counting down. Was it that late already? The stranger tapped him on the shoulder. Alec turned to face him, the man counting with everyone else.

"Fifteen... fourteen... thirteen... twelve..."

Alec found himself excited, counting with them. The man stepped closer to him, just so Alec could hear him over the crowd.

"I'm Magnus." His voice was smooth, like caramel and velvet.

"A-Alec," Alec stuttered out. He was still taken aback by this guy.

"THREE... TWO... ONE!" Around him, couples embraced, friends cheered, lights flashed.

"SO." Magnus cut through his observations. "Alec. Are you going to kiss me, or what?"

Alec stared at him. Did this stranger really just ask him that? He had known Magnus for, what, twenty minutes?

But, he was handsome, Alec was lonely, and it was a new year.

"Fuck it." Alec closed the distance between them for a breathtaking kiss. Magnus gasped into the kiss, like he wasn't expecting Alec to really do it. He tasted like midnight and alcohol and carelessness, but also something deeper, like burnt sugar. Alec couldn't get enough. He cupped Magnus's face and kissed him again, three times, four.

They broke apart smiling.

"Well, handsome stranger, Happy New Year's." Magnus remarked with a whistle. "Damn."

Alec felt one of his infamous blushes heating up his cheeks. There was nothing he could do about it, so he hoped the darkness would cover his tomato face.

Apparently, it didn't. "You are so cute!" Magnus squealed. "Come dance with me."

With a smile and a nod, Alec joined hands with Magnus and they trampled past people onto the dance floor. Alec couldn't dance for his life, but he tried his best to keep up with Magnus, who was, well, magnificent. They didn't speak, just traded glances and questioning smirks, like neither of them had expected this to escalate this far. Izzy and some boy she had picked up passed him, dancing, and Izzy blew her brother a kiss. Alec rolled his eyes and kept dancing.

But, all good things come to an end. The night ended; so did the dancing and the furtive looks. There were no more kisses, no numbers exchanged, no conversations. Alec and Magnus went their separate ways. Neither seemed too upset. It was just one New Year's kiss between two lonely souls who needed comfort and company.

Yet, Magnus plagued Alec's mind. Every time he saw a man with black hair and caramel skin on the streets his heart lurched. Two weeks later, he was still hung up on Magnus.

That was, until Jace convinced him to go out another night later that month, and Alec got separated from his friends on the subway. He ended up sitting next to an old lady who looked frightened by Alec's black attire and a man about his age with black hair and caramel skin. Alec knew immediately it was Magnus.

"Magnus?" The man in question turned and beamed.

"You're that guy from New Year's. Alec?" Alec nodded happily.

They got to talking and realized they were going to the same club. They danced together all night, and eventually traded numbers and set a date for the next Friday. Magnus left Alec that night with one searing kiss.

Alec never did get Jace to make those cookies.

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