#damonxsavy

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@urbanesyndicate

For the first time in a long time, or possibly for the first time ever, Savannah Dotra felt completely defeated. She was officially cut off from her fathers money, which also meant she now had nowhere to live. One dumb party, and now her world was crashing down around her. She didn’t even know how any sort of paparazzi had gotten in, or how they even recognized her, but it happened and now she was paying the price. She was always so careful, but this time she wasn’t careful enough. After a long and rather loud fight with her ‘father’, Savannah made her way to Damon’s home and knocked on the door, bruised cheek and broken ego and all.

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@suitsandbourbon

Savannah had gotten a text from Damon, asking her to come over to his place. Normally, he would come over to her since people didn’t know where she lived and it could be played off as he was visiting literally anyone besides Savannah. Having her go to him was risky, but she had done enough sneaking around to be fine. She walked into his place and looked around a bit. “Damon? What was so important that I had to come here?”

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@suitsandbourbon​

It was Savannah’s birthday, but the blonde had her phone off, disconnecting her from anyone and everyone outside her apartment. However, she had turned her phone off early enough to avoid a text message from her ‘father’ that sent her into a downward spiral earlier than she anticipated. Sav had been drinking since early that morning and even smoked a few blunts, making sure she was far from sober. She was never sober on her birthday, but not for the reasons that other people had. There was no party. There was no celebration. There was only Savannah Dotra. Alone. She was sitting in her living room, drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels with her back against the edge of the couch when she heard a knock on her door. She made no effort to move or even let the person outside know that she was home.