You’ve been overserved at your company’s office party, but there’s a method to your madness: after three long years, you’re trying to imbibe enough liquid courage to tell your work wife how you actually feel. But you’re sloppy drunk and acting stupid, to the point where she potentially saves your job by hiding you from prying eyes until you sleep it off. When you wake up, you still go through with it, and the confession of feelings is well-received enough for her to ride you on the couch.