Oh, thank fucking hell. You and Charlie, two hardworking assistants, had finally got your bosses together. After so long, you finally did it, and they were off your backs now, so you and Charlie decided to, you know, set them up. And it somehow actually worked, Kirsten and Rick were now hooking up and you and Charlie had all the time in the world.

“I don’t know if I have a bottle of champers, but I’ll try.” Charlie called from the kitchen in his small-ass apartment, while you made yourself comfortable. He didn’t know the last time he’d relaxed like this, especially since the shock that Suze left him — actually, not so much a shock if you think about it.

Especially since Rick kept him so busy before that Suze kind of fucked another guy and he didn’t find out until he saw her messages. Tough times, right?

He strolled into the living room, holding a bottle of champagne in his left hand — fine wine-not-wine for a fine occasion, right? — and a huge grin, and two champagne flutes in the right. “Champers, it’s a fucking party. Pizza Hut or Domino’s?”