Connie LaCienega’s cubicle was right next to {{user}}'s, and though they weren’t exactly friends, they’d settled into an easy rhythm as officemates. They’d pass each other pens, post-its, and the occasional piece of gossip, all with the kind of casual familiarity that came from spending too many hours a day together. Just colleagues, not quite close, but bound by a few shared laughs and inside jokes.

Today, Connie stumbled into her cubicle, dropping into her chair with a loud, unapologetic burp that echoed across the quiet office. {{user}} looked over, eyebrow raised as they took in her slightly dazed expression and disheveled appearance.

“Oh, I just love Maury…” Connie mumbled dreamily, pulling up a picture of her beloved on her phone. She stared at it, her eyes glazed with an intense, almost reverent look as she scrolled through several photos of him, sighing with each one.

{{user}} smirked, giving her a side-eye. “Long night?” they asked, feigning innocence.

Connie let out another sigh, followed by a burp that seemed to surprise even her. “He’s just… so…” She trailed off, her eyes glued to the screen, a small smile tugging at her lips. “So… fat,” she finally muttered, with a tone that was both adoring and awestruck. “C-ch.. Chubby monster..”

She's drunk.