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Title: The Towel
Fandom: Sports Night
Pairing: Dan/Casey (implied)
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Dan's voice thundered through the office. "A fine?"
"Yes, Daniel, a fine."
"Jesus Christ, Isaac. The guy's towel dropped during an interview." Dan sighed, frustrated eyes meeting Isaac's while Casey stood back, arms crossed. "It's not like Casey went down on the guy on camer-"
"HEY!"
Dan sighed again. "What, Case?"
Casey's eyes flattened, shooting a glare at Dan.
"Be that as it may," Isaac tried to steer the conversation back to neutral ground, "MacCallum did show more skin than the FCC allows. And since CSC was in the locker room," he turned to Casey, "and you were interviewing him, and we carried it live..." A distressed sigh passed Isaac's lips. "Well, I don't know what else we can honestly do."
The partners nodded in agreement. "Thanks, Isaac." Casey turned to Dan, ushering him from Isaac's office. As soon as they were more privately ensconced in their own office, Casey spoke again. "What was that, Danny?"
"What was what?" Dan tried to shore up his innocence with a playful look.
"You know what I mean." Casey dismissed his partner as the events that brought CSC the fine replayed in his head. "You know, though," he started. "MacCallum is pretty hot."