Random Fanfic Snippet

Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Chronology: Fourth season
Character: Wesley Crusher
Situation: Wesley at the Academy, chilling with new friends, who are corrupting him after his years on the Enterprise listening to soft jazz and drinking synthehol responsibly.

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Wesley finished his first drink, and looked to Jamison. "That wasn't bad. Got anything else for me to try?"

"Wesley, try this one," said Jamison, putting a small shot glass in front of him. It had different synth liquors layered in the glass, and it smelled sweet and milky.

"What is it?"

"A Cock-sucking Cowboy," said Jamison.

Wesley blinked, looking up at Jamison. "Seriously?"

"It's okay Wesley, I was nervous my first time too," said Jamison, smirking.

Julie choked on the mouthful of cocktail in her mouth, and dissolved into a mess of sniggering. Eleanor just grinned.

Wes shook his head at Jamison. "You're a total perv, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Jamison.

"Okay."