(you’re fiona)).

you and damon were at a party, he was at the bar and you were sitting at a table with your friends. there was a girl who kept flirting with damon and he tried to explain that he had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen.

‘i swear to fucking, ugh, if that girl flirts with my man one more time…’

her friend: ‘if she does, beat his ass, fiona.’

‘oh, i will.’