There had been a time when Jace didn't drink. That time had passed, despite not knowing how or why, and he didn't hesitate to take the bottle. He was happy to feel cool condensation dripping between his fingers and only vaguely wondered where Magnus had found an ice cold beer that wasn't in a red cup.

It's half gone before Jace manages a response and slides over a bit to give Magnus more space if he wants to join him.

"We hope the fireworks are worth it."

The beer isn't bad, but it's not nearly strong enough.