Through Turlok, Aaron says to the both of us,
“Did you hear about the guy who got shot during a Beanie Babies deal?”
I hadn’t. Neither had Heather, whose mouth drops open in a half-grin.
“It was like a drug deal, but with Beanie Babies, and the guy was trying to sell a counterfeit and got shot.”
We both look at him.
Heather gasps between chortling, “you’re kidding.”
“People are serious about that shit.” Aaron smacks his lips over a round tin of peppermint balm and passes the bag of chips we’ve been sharing back to me. Cheddar and sour cream flavor; his fingertips thick in layers of cheesy grit.