[ At first, Damon watches the cat. He gives a look around to see if anyone else sees that there's a cat on the counter. That can't be sanitary. But, it doesn't lick his beer. It sits. Is he being punked. Not that a cat inside a record store even remotely ranks on the, "weird things in this town" scale. He doesn't think much of it until --
He's mid sip, the bottle to his lips. Eyeing the cat only for a moment, he swallows, and then looks to his right. Someone else is mid-conversation with someone who isn't him, and they're not talking about a core. He looks to his left. He furrows his brow, concerned. Is he remembering something? ]
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He's mid sip, the bottle to his lips. Eyeing the cat only for a moment, he swallows, and then looks to his right. Someone else is mid-conversation with someone who isn't him, and they're not talking about a core. He looks to his left. He furrows his brow, concerned. Is he remembering something? ]