Cold Drinks, Anyone?

In a small cafe, right across the road to one of many fast food places in the city, Garret was slumped in the far corner tables.

Awaiting his order to be delivered to his table, ranting to his friend about his troubles recently.

Garret's face lay flat on the table, once he felt the cool surface of it warming up, he lifted his face off of it and looked at his friend with dispirited eyes.

His friend was a Caucasian teen with brushed back, slightly tousled dark hair and hazel eyes. He wore a white button-down, short-sleeved shirt with a folded collar which he keeps unbuttoned. Underneath that, he wears a black shirt. In addition, he wore faded blue jeans and dark blue sneakers.

Garret has always complained the fact that despite how rich his friend Tony was, he didn't wear any designer brand clothes and wore simple attire. That and the fact he was reading a book in a cafe.

In contrast, Garret was a socialite and wore light blue trousers he got in a luxury clothes shop in New York, which came in a set with a red-white cotton collar neck T-shirt and a dark navy blue open jacket.

Plus dark, leather shoes with a reputation known for being incredibly high quality, having made with luxurious materials and more than once considered one of the most expensive shoes that could ever be purchased with money.

Though seemingly simple in appearance, in terms of indulgence, Garret definitely took the cake.

But, even so, with all the designer brands he could ever buy. All the places he could travel to, he felt unsatisfied with it all.

Garret soon found it boring to buy things that people already had. He wanted to get something of his own.

He wanted to obtain something no one else had, or at least be the first to do so. That was why, ever since his family took a vacation in New York, where he was currently staying; he took it upon himself to hit up on girls and take them out on dates.

Every once in a while he would meet up with girls who were goggling at his good looks, so he used that to his advantage and had approached them with the intention of having fun.

And, once they agreed, he would have private discussions with at least one or two of them in his penthouse room.

From there, what happened behind closed doors were practically up to him. Most of the time, it was just him and a girl watching a movie, which would eventually lead to it being put on mute as they made out.

Sometimes they would give him a little help out with his aching crotch. The next day, he would ditch them for another woman.

He had done this so many times, that his friend Tony was sure he had at least hit up on two or three pairs of sisters in the same week.

Tony was about to call out on his behaviour, but in what came as a surprise for Tony, Garret called him to a café and confessed that he had actually gotten bored of all the flirting, the chatting and had less of an interest in getting lip service.

He had thought that his friend finally matured, but then realised he was probably just looking for something new to do and just wanted to refresh his mind.

Although he never liked his friend going around being a playboy, he did find it hard not to give him any advice. Because that's what a friend, in his opinion, would do.

Shutting his book, Tony sighed and reluctantly gave Garret advice, "Look, not sure if you know this, but I'm pretty sure you're just tired of getting girls to warm up to you first.

What you want is a proper fling, a hookup app would help. But first, you need to learn about proper sex.

That should spice things up for you. America has a crappy sex education system, so you're going to have to learn it from videos. Make sure to keep it under discretion though. I don't want you being caught jacking off by your parents or a guest, that'd be pretty embarrassing for you."

Tony gave his honest advice on how Garret could make his life more entertaining, Garret then asked the appropriate questions and Tot gave the answers.

This was how it always has been with them, Tony was practically Garret's advisor.

Whilst they were chatting, Jay, who was sitting in the table behind Tony's seat, was utterly confused as to what was happening.

Once he realised that the two were talking about sex, he pulled up the Incubus serum and thought to himself, 'Well, looks like the unlucky fellow who'll drink this is here. Fun.'

So, after affirming all the products he brought with him. He decided to finally make his move.

He stood up from his seat, and walked out of the segregated table. Passing by them both, but paused once he saw that they stopped talking.

He smirked and turned around towards them, the duo showed a trace of concern on their faces, "May I help you?" Tony asked politely.

Jay placed his hands on the edge of the tables, and turned his head to face Tony. "You can help me. Both of you."

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Facing this dark haired, blue-eyed stranger, Tony felt that it was necessary to keep his hand on his phone just in case he needed to call for help.

So, he reached into his pockets to take it out slowly without the stranger noticing. While he did so, Garret scrutinised the stranger.

Black coat and black shirt, close fitting pants and white-black shoes. None of them belonging to any luxury brand.

But, even while cheap, the clothes could not dampen the fact that the stranger had relatively good looks. Tan skin, sharp nose bridge. Sapphire blue eyes and unkempt raven hair.

Garret swore he saw the man's hair move slightly though. As if a fan blew his hair like in the movies. The stranger had a smirk on his face, which made Garret feel he was up to something.

"Who are you?" Garret inquired with a frown on his face. He was having an important conversation and yet, the man before him had interrupted it. He raised his voice to attract attention.

Which, Jay disliked as it worked well. But he wasn't frustrated. "Calm down, I'm only here to help you. And in return you can help me." He first pointed towards Garret and Tony, and then pointed at himself as if to make a point.

"Okay? And? How are you going to help us?" Tony asked, feeling anxious as to what was about to happen.

He had heard of wealthy people getting held ransom by thugs before when they were outside wearing things that were obviously luxuries.

And he was afraid of getting the same treatment.

Hearing this, Jay put his plan into action. With a demonstration of course.

"Well, for starters. How about a cold drink?" Jay smiled, outstretching his arms out towards the side. The duo were completely confused as to what he was talking about, they then believed that he was going to buy them a drink.

But, as Garret was about to refuse, saying they already ordered some, all of a sudden Jay curled his hands into a slight fist, confusing them even more.

However, Tony felt a slight chill creep up near him. He took a look over at his glass half full of water, he almost yelped out in surprise.

For his cup of water had been overridden with frost, the water in completely frozen solid and clusters of ice formed around and all over the cup.

The same went for Garret's cup, when he heard the muffled yelp Tony nearly uttered, he looked to where his friend was looking at and was freaked out, silently muttering, "Oh, what the fuck."

He nearly jumped out of his seat in fear, but when he was about to get out he heard something that made them both afraid, "Oh, oops. I only meant to freeze the water inside the cup. My bad." Jay sheepishly apologised, but that merely consolidated their fear of what was happening before them.

They had met someone with actual powers, and their minds truly could not begin to comprehend whether or not this was all just a prank or a reality.

But if it was the latter, then.... They had no idea what they could even do. After all, there was the possibility of Jay just freezing them there and now.

So, they decided to take this to heart. Tony replying first, "What do you want?"

Once the key phrase was said, Jay placed his hands behind his back, "I'm glad you asked."