Junior: The Second Generation

by MangoDonut

25 years after their parents made a scientific breakthrough with the drug Expectane, Junior Hesse and Jake Arbogast find themselves working in the same fertility research lab for one year. After one drunken night, history repeats itself as a scientific conundrum is created in their lab, which leads to new developments, relationships, and fun... nine months to be exact.

2. No Consequences

Jake rested his back against the bar, took a sip from his beer and yawned. He was used to science nerd gatherings from his college years, but this outing with several of his research lab "buddies" proved to be just as lackluster. It embarrassed him that this cubicle mates coughed awkwardly around the women at the bar and that they didn't know how to order a proper beer (or drink it for the matter). Science nerds, he thought with a dismal tone, and took a big gulp from his beer.

He loved parties. It took him only a matter of minutes before he became the chick magnet whom all model lookalikes found absolutely irresistible. Whatever conversation he was holding with someone became the conversation that everyone wanted to get a piece of. He was a 6'2" slab of seductiveness. He frequented the gym, and it definitely looked like he did. He's been told many a time that his blue-grey eyes are mesmerizing. Het got it.

Bored, Jake waved to Quentin from across the room. Quentin was one of his old fraternity brothers at Stanford who, on a whim, decided to apply to work in the same research lab with him, and miraculously got the position. An excellent companion and wingman, Quentin would know how to spice things up

"How you doing, man?" Jake asked him casually.

"Too sober," he replied and looked at his buddy. "Wanna ditch?"

Jake cocked his head and surveyed the scene. It was at peak hours for a bar crawl, yet the place was only mildly crowded. He was secretly hoping that the hot secretary Riley would be there.

"Naw, let's feel this one out. I think we need to fix the intoxication problem, shall we?" He patted his hip flask and grinned feverishly at his old friend.

"Nothing's changed since college, has it?" he guffawed, summoned the bartender and ordered two cokes. "Did you put Everclear in that?" his eyes widened.

"190-proof, as always," Jake tossed his beer back and discretely filled the sodas with a substantial amount of alcohol.

"Ride together, die together," Quentin responded and poured the drink down his throat, neither of them caring about the consequences that could possibly happen.