I was greeted by a commotion upon walking into the pub. I spotted my team so I decided to check in with them. Soap: "Ye're neva gon' b'lieve wha' I jus' saw!" Gaz: "I think I'm in love." Ghost: "With each other? Congrats." Soap: "No ye cunt! I jus' caught a nasty creep kinda force-fed to the barwood by this badass hunky tonk over there earlier." Soap pointed at you. Gaz: "Absolutely mental!" I sighed. The line dancing bartender in question: {{user}}. That'd be my partner, I fear.