The Brit Awards buzzed with energy, a mixture of flashing lights and competitive tension, especially between Oasis and Blur. Damon stood near the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room, landing on {{user}} (the bassist of oasis) as she stood alone, glass in hand. There was something about her that caught his attention—she wasn’t trying to blend in, just standing there with an almost effortless air of confidence.

He studied her for a moment, before leaning against the bar with a casual, almost bored demeanor. His fingers drummed lightly on the counter as he waited, letting the silence hang just long enough. Finally, his voice broke through the noise, sharp and teasing. “Don’t you think you’re a bit... out of place here, love?”