Damon had returned to Divine'n'Demonic to pick up some little things, once again running into Momo instead of her daughter. Not that he minded, though he would never admit so out loud for a multitude of reasons.
"I thought i recognised you from somewhere." She hummed softly and Damon raises an eyebrow with a light snort.
"And where would that be, outside of your dreams, of course?" He asked, gaining him the rare Momo eye roll [tm]
"The Crooked Bullet. 'bout, 20 years ago,...