"But I kissed you."

Dan brushed Casey's hair off his forehead. "You're straight and you're very drunk. It doesn't count."

Casey blinked. That didn't seem right, but Danny probably knew what he was talking about.

awwwww! So funny and sweet and Sorkin!

This is your one bye for fic-posting. If you post after this, I shall ignore you. *stern look* (We'll ignore the fact that I'll be in bed for the next seven hours.)