Who: Jace and Calista
Where: Their apartment
When: Late that evening
Why: Because Jace refuses to live with this level of mopeyness
Heading back from his day on the town, and telling Quinn to stop speaking about the unspeakable for the fifth goddamn time, Jace had stopped by Blockbuster to pick up a few things. Remembering that he was heading home to a girl who even amidst mind shattering demon attacks
still couldn't stop moping about the douche that broke her heart, he'd decided to be a bit proactive and do something about it. Granted the closest things he had to sisters growing up were the Williamson's girls, he still thought he knew precisely how to cheer up a broken heart. With Lizzy's first crush he'd taken her out to the backyard and had a tea party with her, and while he was pretty sure that Calista probably wouldn't dislike a tea party, he wasn't really in the mood. So he decided on the next best thing.
Plastic bags in hand he opened the door and walked over to Calista's room, gently knocking on the door he waited a moment before saying, "Cali girl, come on out here. We gotta talk." If sitcoms had taught him anything, and much to the chagrin of most they had taught him far too much, Jace knew that any broken heart could be cured with a night of chick flicks and ice cream...which is what Jace had brought home in droves. God help him he was gonna bite the Hugh Grant shaped bullet.