Cranberry Foster thought the stranger with the nice biceps and the tattoos that looked like they came out of a 50 cent vending machine must have been talking about a dream.
Dreams don't make compelling bar talk, but she was stuck in this bar and she listened as intently as she could.
When the guy said “ be nice when you meet him,” Cranberry blurted “ I'm always nice to people who don't tease me about my name,” she said before blurting “ Wait, who am meeting?”
The guy looked hurt.
“My brother. Who made the stuff.”
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