“Please. Like a little hangover’s going to get in the way of a man in love.”“Aw. That’s very romantic,” Rylann said.“Plus, I haven’t gotten laid in two months, and the reunion sex is awesome.”“And there’s the Shane we know and love.”

“Just because we haven’t met Mr. Right doesn’t mean we’re doing anything wrong. And by the way, you’re brilliant and awesome, too. If I were alesbian, I’d totally settle down with you and make lots of in vitro babies.”

“It’s not the place that matters, It’s how good you are when you get there.” -Rylann”

“Jeremy shook his head doubtfully. “I don’t know. I think you’ve met your match.”Jason scoffed at the very idea. “There’s no such thing.”“Well, from what I’ve seen and heard so far, the lawyer is up by two."Jason considered this. He may not have liked losing, but he loved the thrill of the game.“We’ll see how long that lasts . . .” he mused out loud.”

“I love you, Rylann." He cupped her face, peering down into her eyes. "And now I finally have a good answer to the one question everyone always asks me--why I hacked into Twitter. I didn't know it at the time... but I did it to find you again."She leaned into him, curling her fingers around his shirt. "That may be the best justification I've ever heard for committing a crime." She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "And I love you, too, you know.”

“One of the few times I’ve ever wished for a penis,” she said to Rae when the bartender stepped up to take the order of yet another male customer. They’d been waiting to be served for over twenty minutes. She’d even worn the red magic boob dress tonight, but unfortunately, its mojo offered no help in this particular situation.“You haven’t had sex in six months,” Rae said. “If I were you, I’d be wishing for penises every night.”

“Once again, Rylann tried to catch the eye of the female bartender working Firelight’s main bar.“One of the few times I’ve ever wished for a penis,”