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Asher still missed California weather. Each year when winter hit, he swore he was going to leave New York for good and go back to the perpetual warmth of the west coast. He never did it, mind you, but he liked to audibly complain about it. Now that November had hit, the cold was really getting into full swing and Ash decided he could do with a new coat.

He could do with a trip down 5th ave. Once in a while he liked to see what the elite had to offer. He wasn't one for ostentatious things all the time, but clothing made the man. He liked to look good, and not so others would look at him, or to pick up chicks on a Saturday night, but because looking good made him feel good. He never wanted to look like a sick man, not even for a moment.

He stepped out of Ralph Lauren, sporting a new, dark grey overcoat. It was warm and fit him perfectly over his lean form. In the bag he folded his old jacket, which really was still in fine condition. It would certainly help get someone else through their winter and so he allowed his path to take him past a winter coat drive, tucking the jacket into the bin.

Well, now he was warm enough on the outside, he could do with a little inner warming and sought out a bar. As he stepped inside, he had to pause a moment for his eyes to get used to the change from natural light to the dimmer inside atmosphere. The worst thing about going to bars was that people liked to smoke. The acrid scent caught his nose the moment he stepped inside and he mumbled something under his breath as he walked up to the bar and took a seat.

"Johnnie Walker," he ordered as he caught the bartender's eye and then proceeded to lean lightly against the bar and take in his surroundings.

The beats of rock filled the apartment as Jared put on the radio. It was one of those stations playing only rock music, and he liked it. As soon as the music was on, he jumped into the shower, but hissed when the first cold water hit him. After a minutes or so, the heated water started coming and he sighed, a sigh of pleasure. It had been a really good day. He had just been relaxing and fixing his car a bit - some idiot had been smart enough to bicycle to close to it, making a scratch in the yellow lacquer. When is was done, he felt pleased with him self.

Tonight Jared felt the urge of getting a girl into bed. Or maybe two. He stepped out of the shower, singing with the song on the radio and then went over to the wardrobe to get out a clean skirt and couple of designer jeans. He wasn't really the one to walk around in designer clothes, but tonight he was thinking bigger. Usually the shabby bar 5 minutes walk from his apartment was good enough, but he wanted to score higher tonight.

In an hour he was done and walking into the bar, Jared's eyes scooped the room before he even had hanged his black coat of. He walked in, very relaxed and looking around. Just by the bar, there were two pretty girls talking. From behind he could see the nice ass of the blonde and walking on, in the corner of his eye, he noticed the redheads big boobs. Perfect. Jared put on a charming smile for the girls and walked up beside them. "Hey there, beauties, can I buy you two some drinks?" Before they had a chance to answer, Jared got each of them a drink, that was answered with a giggle from the two young women. As the time passed, Jared soon found him self in between the two girls with his arms around them and keeping the drinks coming.

Bars were great for people watching, one of Ash's most favorite pass times. You really saw all kinds and just about every page from his old psych books had been covered by some poor sap sucking down drink after drink. One of the most common phenomenas was also one he personally detested the most. The big shot. The guys coming out to score, whether out of a sense of conquest, or low self esteem, or just the brain inside their pants-they prowled like opportunistic wolves.

Two little sheep were being suckered by one wolfish smile tonight. Ash smirked as he watched from the corner of his eye. He tipped back the glass, finishing off the contents before setting it down and motioning for another. As he waited, he picked out a handful of bar nuts, popping one into his mouth.

"Think they're about drunk enough to think your two-inch dick's a mouthful?" he asked without bothering to look over, knowing full well that Jared will know who he's talking to. "Maybe one more round."

It was going quite well, Jared thought to him self. It was not that he wanted to get the girls drunk - if they were drunk they might just throw up or not being able to walk home with him. For now, all the wanted to do is be real friendly. And they seemed to like to the drinking went on. Jared lifted a bottle of beer to his lips and then starting to tell a joke. Jared was considering him self quite lucky, he always did.

"Think they're about drunk enough to think your two-inch dick's a mouthful?"

As Jared finished his beer, he left the space between them to catch the bartender for another beer. He lifted his hand to get the bartenders attention, but before he could call out, another voice next to him made him turn his head. The good mood that he had been having all day, washed of him like rain on a raincoat. Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at the other man. "Seems like you are jealous, old man. Back off!" he told him in annoyed voice and giving him a warning with his eyes.

With a last annoyed glance at the asshole next to him, Jared tried to get the bartenders attention again. The good mood was gone, but Jared was sure that he could get it going again, with a few beers and maybe a kiss.

Asher smiled from behind the glass of his new drink as he swirled it once, letting the thick liquor coat the glass and the scent reach his nose. "Oh, big words from the drunken letch," he quipped before taking a drink of the smooth whisky.

Jared was looking and sounding pissed off. He liked that. So, naturally, he had to keep it going, like a cat toying with a mouse. He wanted to end this little game of Jared's. After his sip, he set down his glass and turned toward the trio with a serious expression. He spoke not to Jared, but to the women he was with, "The truth is, ladies, I'm a doctor, and although I might get into trouble for this, I really can't stand by and do nothing. See, this man is a patient at a clinic I volunteer with and well, patient confidentiality means I can't tell you exactly what he has, but let's just say, if you don't want it to burn when you pee, you'll just say 'no'."

See, one didn't need hypnosis to pull one over on someone, just an honest face and the right words. And just to fuel the flames and push the point home, Ash pulled a pill bottle from his pocket as a prop, "I can refill your antibiotic, if ya need it?" He said it serious but there was a distinct look of supremacy in his eye as he spoke to Jared.

"Oh, big words from the drunken letch,"

His good mood was so not coming back tonight. Jared usually was a really nice fellow, charming and open but as with anyone else, there was a few things seemed to set him off. Arrogance and people picking on those who couldn't defend them self. And, people like Asher that was just being rude. Those kind of things set Jared off like fireworks. Even though Jared had fit physics, he wasn't really that much of a fighter, which usually showed in these kinds of situation. From time to time he had manage to use the hypnosis as a weapon, but is was quite hard to manipulate someone in the middle of a fight.

"See, this man is a patient at a clinic I volunteer with and well, patient confidentiality means I can't tell you exactly what he has, but let's just say, if you don't want it to burn when you pee, you'll just say 'no'."

Without knowing it, Jared closed his fist tighter around the beer of bottle, making his knuckles go pale. Under the bar disk, he was digging his fingers into his thigh, trying to pace him self. "What's you problem, dick head? Wanna take it outside?" It was not even worth for Jared to try to hold back the challenge, it was just coming. By now, the girls were leaving behind him, and he didn't care about them now. All he could see was Asher, and the thought of punch him in the face.

"I can refill your antibiotic, if ya need it?"

He could hear the girls leaving there chairs now, and as Asher turned his face towards Jared, a red veil seemed to been lowered in front of his eyes, a veil of anger. There was no answer, just a hard fist aiming for Asher's jaw. The beer that he had been holding in his hand, tilted over and landed with a loud crash, glass shattering and beer splashing on random people's shoes.

Asher ate up the welling anger that was bubbling inside of Jared. It was sweet, like candy. It seemed the additional poke was just enough to send the other man over the top since a fist came flying for Ash's jaw. Jared had perfect aim. It probably would have hurt, but Ash wouldn't know because an inch from his face Jared's fist would have hit against a very cold, but very solid invisible wall.

Ash had pulled up his air shield the moment he caught Jared's arm pull back so while the came, he merely sucked back the last of his liquor. Poor Jared wasted his as it was now spilling all over the floor...what a shame. "Witty comeback." Asher droned in response to the hit.

The bartender came over with a scowl, but before he could say anything, Asher interrupted, "I know, I know. We'll take it outside." With that, he set his glass down and rose from his chair, at the same time reaching out to try and snag the younger man by his shirt and literally drag him outside.

It was all probably just good luck that the punch was going as straight at Asher's jaw, considering the amount of beer Jared had been drinking. He was far from drunk, but the alcohol still had a slightly negative effect on him. He thought he had been quick and as the felt his fist hitting something solid, he was just thinking it was a hit. But Asher's face didn't kick back as a normal person would have done. The sound of cracking bones reached Jared's ears before he was feeling the pain. He flinched and blinked, seeing he hadn't even touched the older man. And then the pain came. With a growl, Jared pressed his hand against his chest, sucking in air as he touched it with his other hand.

"I know, I know. We'll take it outside."

Before Jared had a chance to respond Ash in any way, he felt a tight hand grabbing his shirt and dragging him outside. There was the fresh scent of air, clearing up Jared's head a bit but the moment later, he was tossed and landing into a garbage can, standing a little bit from the door. As the lid flew away and the can tilted with Jared, a heavy smell of fish rose into the air. "Ah, gross!" he called out, then getting on his feet and slowly moving his hand to see if anything was broken. It's still hurt like hell but luckily there was nothing broken.

Turning around, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Asher. "Looks like we have a big ol' coward here, using his powers and all," Jared replied taunting and turning his head to spit into the garbage. "I would use my powers on you, maybe making you go after those girls, but that wouldn't be much fun," he continued as he was taking a few steps towards Asher, still challenging the older man. "Fight with your fists instead, coward!" he called out, lifting his own hands again.

Asher stood back, watching Jared pull himself out of the trash, which, as far as Ash was concerned, was quite the fitting place for the Don Juan wannabe. He folded his arms across his chest, just surveying the young hothead with a cool, calculating stare.

"Looks like we have a big ol' coward here, using his powers and all,"

"Ohh, ouch. It attacks our manhood. We should beat it into submission to show how big we are, eh precious?"

He watched as Jared approached him again and just shook his head. "Did you know that it only takes a rat two tries to begin to learn from his mistakes. How many tires is going to take you? If you hit me again, it's going to hurt. Now, why don't you take a deep breath, shut that obnoxious trap for two seconds and take a word of advice. You need a few lessons on how to treat women. For now, I suggest you turn around, go home, jack off and sleep this night off. Maybe tomorrow you'll realize being a dog only gets you sent to the pound."

Jared was not nearly done with Asher. Anger burned his troath as he lifted his fist, waving them at Asher, trying to provoke him to take up the fight. Jared didn't care that the other man has his stupid powers, rage flooded through him and taken away some of his senses and almost every bit of his rational thinking. So, he needed a lesson? Jared didn't think so. For a moment he listened, and then snorted.

"For now, I suggest you turn around, go home, jack off and sleep this night off. Maybe tomorrow you'll realize being a dog only gets you sent to the pound."

Jared smirked, then lowering his fist and walking up to Asher, just getting close enough so he could look into his eyes. Asher might just take is as challenge. Jared focused his powers, collecting his concentration for a moment, looking deeper into Asher eyes. As he thought, the older man didn't turned his face away and in seconds Jared felt the typical hitch that ensured him that he had his victim under control. "You are now going to wipe off my shirt, asshole, with your hands. And then..." Jared looked around for inspiration. The smell of the rotten fish reminded him of the garbage can. "... you will pick up that rotten fish with your hands." With a grin, Jared broke off the connection, waiting for Asher to follow the hypnosis.

Jared kept on trying to instigate him into a fight, but Asher stood firm with the smug look on his face. "You look like a retarded mime." he quipped as Jared came up to him with a staredown that Ash felt was just as childish as the threats and baiting.

He only thought those things for a moment before he wasn't thinking anything at all. his pupils dilated slightly as his expression turned from self assured to almost blank. When the hypnosis took over, Asher's shield fell away.

"You are now going to wipe off my shirt, asshole, with your hands. And then you will pick up that rotten fish with your hands."

And so, beyond his control Asher reached out a hand to pluck a bit off trash off of the other man's shirt and give it a wipe with the brush of his palm. When he snaps out of this and smells like rotten fish, he is going to be one unhappy camper. For now, unfortunately for him, he had no choice but to stoop over, pick it up and drop it in back into the trash can.

"You look like a retarded mime."

One thing Jared liked about his power, was the fact that no one who didn't knew that about him, seldom saw it coming. It was sneaky and yet... very pleasing. Jared gave Asher a wry smile and once the hypnosis begun to work, Jared crossed his arm over his chest, relaxed. He could keep on at it the whole night, but the luckily for Asher didn't have the patience to do so. The smell of rotten fish made Jared cover his hand and nose, stubmling back a few steps. "That is ju... euw! the breathed behind his palm. When Asher was done with the fish, he probably just would stand still untill Jared released him from the hypnosis.

But Jared hadn't planinng on doing so yet. Or atleast, he wasn't sure on what to do. At first he had been thinking of making Asher learn his lesson about women, and making him go in there, buy the ladies drinks and take them home. But then again... he was smelling quite bad. He lowered his palm from the face, drawing a breath thorugh his nose and to his relief, most of the stench was gone. "So here's the deal, punkass. You'll sit here for a couple of minutes, and think about why you had to ruin my evening. Lets say... ten minutes ok?" he said to Asher and since he already had the man under his influence, he didn't had to stare him down. "Yeah, that will be good," he said to himself, lifting his gaze to Asher once again. "Sit here for ten minutes and think about what you have done tonight. You will remember what happened here tonight, except for my face. Don't forget to take shower when you get home," he added with a low chuckle, and then turning his back against Asher and walking away, quite hastily.

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