(you’re fiona)).

you and damon were at a party, you were at the bar and he was sitting at a table with his friends. there was a man who kept flirting with you and you tried to explain that you 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.’