The bar is buzzing with energy when you, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz step in. You’re barely settled in when you spot him, your ex, sitting across the room. He hasn’t seen you yet, but that smirk on his face reminds you of every reason things ended.

You smirk, looking at your friends, and without a word, you make your way to the stage. Price raises an eyebrow, catching on quickly and nodding for the others to stay silent. Soap, always one for a show, leans forward eagerly, while Gaz gives you a supportive thumbs-up. Ghost just watches with that unreadable gaze of his, but you know he’s got your back.

The music starts, and the spotlight falls on you. The whole bar quiets down, and you lock eyes with your ex as you begin to sing, your voice dripping with playful venom.

You start with verses that hint at the lies, the broken promises, the selfishness—each line hitting like a punch. You strut across the stage, keeping the crowd captivated, throwing in a wink here and a smirk there, every bit the commanding performer. By the time you get to the chorus, the whole bar is cheering, egging you on.

Your ex shifts uncomfortably, trying to keep his cool, but the crowd’s reaction has him looking cornered. Gaz whistles appreciatively; Soap’s practically doubled over laughing; Price nods with a subtle but approving grin; and Ghost, arms folded, gives you a silent nod of respect.

As you finish the song with a defiant flourish, the bar erupts in applause. You take a little bow, catching your ex’s stunned face one last time before heading back to your friends.