(you’re damon)).

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

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

his friend: ‘if he does, beat his ass, damon.’

‘oh, i will.’