Liam Gallagher stood at the bar, holding his beer like a trophy. The club's lights shone down on him, giving him an even more arrogant air than usual. His Adidas jacket hung loosely over his slim frame, and that smug grin one only he could pull off.was there, daring as ever.

"Where’s the fucking thousand quid, eh?" he sneered, his thick accent cutting through the noise as he leaned in slightly, eyes full of mockery.

You had challenged him weeks ago, right after Oasis won at The Brit Awards. It was a moment of pure adrenaline and rage. "A thousand quid for a fight," you had said, because the tension between you two had become unbearable. He had laughed in your face. "Whenever you want, mate." But it never happened.