The Moosehead Tavern [1]

"That sucks." Jace says.

"Yeah. I always have to settle it. Like, burn one of them. And either one of them tries to get me to themselves to make the other one jealous. It's annoying." I took a sip of my drink.

"Hm. I bet." He says.

"But whatever." I sighed. "But since I have you know I'll tell them to back off."

Jace smiles and kisses her. "Good."

"Did you have any roomies?" I asked smiling.

"Not that I know of..." Jace says.

I smiled and nodded. "I'm just glad I'm not with all the girls because they are always screaming and pulling eachothers hair." I said laughing. "Like my sisters..." I smiled again. "You wanna know how old I really am? Like how old I've really been alive."

"Sure. How long?" He asks.

I bit my lip. "Well I really am but there are like alot of years I've been alive. It's complicated." I smiled, "I am...107." I laughed. "Yeah I know it's old. But That's still a teenager from where I come from. But I'm really seventeen but... Nevermind. I don't know how to explain it." He looked at me and smiled.

"So...I guess that makes me a cougar then." Jace jokes.

"No." I smiled, "I know I'm old..." I grinned.

Jace shakes his head at her, smiling, just as Nic stirs.

"But I'm still seventeen." I smiled back at him. "I shouldn't have told you how long I've been around..should I?" I shake my head.

"It's fine." Jace says, wrapping his arms around her. "I can handle it."

Nic wakes and takes a deep breath, running a hand over his face. "What the hell happened?"