Who: Jace Wayland and Clary Fray When: March 17 - Evening Where: The ever busy streets of New York What: Leprechaun hunting! Yeah, they're not going to find any which is likely to make Jace grumpy because, excuse me! They should be here. Rating: PG-13
This strange New York didn't sit well with Jace. Apparently he had been here before. Apparently he had found his way around even without the existence of supernatural shops and acquaintances. That wasn't possible, though. Living in a completely mundane society - because the individuals with these so-called super powers did not count as non-mundane folk to Jace - was agonizing. Not to mention that he was without his weapons because, once again, mundanes had interfered. Didn't they know what sort of road they were crossing? Stripping a Shadowhunter of his weapons without proper reason and protocol? There was something in the accords about this right? Probably not considering mundanes didn't know about Shadowhunters or what they really did. Most of the time.
Saint Patrick's Day should have been filled with glamoured leprechaun snots running about the street causing all sorts of mischief. Honestly, they were worse than the spry fae who liked to pull their nightly pranks on willing mundanes. Tonight, that was not the case. The streets were filled with a lot of loud and mostly terrible music. Green had swallowed every inch of practically every block, and Jace swore that if he heard the phrases 'Erin Go Braugh' or 'Top O'the Mornin' one more time, he was going to punch something.
He walked in his typical dark clothing with his hands drawn into the pocket of the black hoodie he wore. There hadn't been too much said just yet as Jace was doing his best to keep his temper in check. Making a face, bitter and twisted in a look of utter revolt, he glanced over to Clary.
"This is how you celebrate?" You, of course, being the collective 'you' in regards to mundanes which, while he knew Clary wasn't, he still wasn't okay with this new found knowledge and fact.