Unicorn struggled with the poles to pitch up the white canopy of her vendor booth tent. After flailing about and several falls off the ladder, she finally got it stable enough to focus on the folding tables.

She collected what she thought were junk items she found around the HQ. She found a lamp, a butter dish, a jar for cream, a ball of string, a half eaten jar of peanut butter, a Joy of Spelunking book, a piece of yellow cake wrapped in a napkin, a neon sign of an animated naked girl kicking up her leg and saying XXX Girls Girls Girls, a giant chair shaped like a woman's heel, an assortment of mirror trays, a zebra print blanket, stacks of Victor Victrola vinyl records, a jar of marbles, pack of knives, a top hat, partially used lotion bottles, an aluminum tube, some nasty smelling perfumes and cologne, a porcelain sculpture of a deer, and a Winchester rifle. 

Excited, she watched others set up their booths and the a few volunteered to mix up some cotton candy, funnel cakes, and cook up some barbecue, ribs, and some bacon. As she licked off some ice cream in a sugar cone, she commenced with haggling prices for her wares. 

Knight approached the stand with curiosity "Maybe they'll have something I can take to a pawn shop and flip it" He thought to himself. 

As he got closer, he noticed most of the stuff looked like old junk someone had taken from under their bed. Nevertheless, something caught his attention, so he asked the seller:

"Are these knives used?"

Unicorn watches as a dark figure emerges towards her booth and almost drops her ice cream cone. He politely asks her,

"Are these knives used?"

A flashback of her using one to stab a pickpocket repeatedly flashed in her mind. She coughed,

"Uhh no Sir!..Totally never used..like ever. Just plain ol' good ol' clean knives for cutting..stuff!" She smiled a bright cheesy grin. 

$100 for all of them! 

Knight notices a weird expression on Unicorn's face as she is trying to sell him the knives. "Is she lying or is she just nervous? Maybe she likes me? It's just... weird" He thinks as he takes out his wallet. 

"Well, if you say so" Knight takes out five $20 bills and hands it to her.

"Thank you" He expresses as something else catches his eye.

"Ah geez, is that a Winchester? Man I've always wanted one of those!"

Unicorn grins as she takes his stack of $20's, carefully wrapping each of the knives in a thick cloth and tying it with a leather string. 

Okay. you can stop smiling now. He gave you the money. 

"Ah geez, is that a Winchester? Man I've always wanted one of those!"

Unicorn exclaimed, "Oh yes! It's an original rifle used by my grandpapi also known as the "Italian Stallion" For some reason he fought for the north and won 500 battles! This is the rifle he used. Only $1000...

Unicorn bulges her eyeballs. 

Lea drifts from stall to stall as she peruses the wares that several folks have on display. She loved flea markets. Such odd novelties, and the food vendors made it all the more worth while. As she approaches Unicorn's stall she can overhear a sale being made. Sadly, she's just missed out on a Winchester rifle. Definately could have turned that for a quick profit. Oh, well. Maybe she'd fi...

Oh. My. God. Look at that chair. 

Before she even realizes that she's doing it, Lea has drug her wallet out of her purse and has stopped in front of Unicorn, eyes fixed on an incredibly odd chair in the shape of a woman's high heel shoe. She had to have it, no matter the cost.

"How much for the...uhh...big shoe chair thingy? I don't know where I'm going to put it...hell I don't even know how I'm going to get it home, but I've got to have it!"

A beautiful lady approaches the booth with her wallet already out of her purse, as the dark gentlemen steps aside while he inspects the Winchester rifle. 

"How much for the...uhh...big shoe chair thingy? I don't know where I'm going to put it...hell I don't even know how I'm going to get it home, but I've got to have it!"

Unicorn grins as an enormous leopard high heeled shoe chair is displayed behind her.

"I got this chair in Las Vegas, gently used by a madam that owned a brothel in Paradise! Don't worry there are no...stains. It's fairly brand new. I can get one of the booth staff to help you carry it where you need to go. "

"BRUNO!" She screamed at one of her bodyguards in a thunderous voice. It shook some of the birds out of the trees next to the booth.

Her bodyguard came over awkward picking up the giant shoe chair, placing it next to the lady.

Unicorn smiled, "It's normally worth $130, but for you only $50!"

Tickled, Lea grins and hands Unicorn a crisp hundred.

"Even better...it has a story! If you're willing to throw in that zebra-print blanket, Mr. Franklin there is all yours! And, Bruno, is it?" she asks, turning to face the mountain of bodyguard that stands next to the chair. 

"If you could possibly help me manhandle this into or onto a taxi, there's a Benjamin for you, too..." she says, already peering around his bulk towards the entrance to the flea market, where a few taxis are idling. No telling how she'd get this thing into her apartment once she got there, but she'd figure it out. 

Damn, she never even got to the funnel cake!

Stefania had been craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich all day. Like, the kind of craving where it's right at the forefront of your mind when you're doing a bunch of other things, distracting you. So when she got back to the headquarters, she went right to the kitchen, pulling things out of the cabinets. But yet...the peanut butter was no where to be found. 

"James! Where's the peanut butter?!?" Stefania's BG came around the corner, shrugging. .

"Miss Unicorn was in here earlier, gathering up some things for some kind of flea market."

Stefania frowned. Why on earth would she take the peanut butter? She quickly headed out of the headquarters, having James drive her to the market in question, where she sought out her associate. 

"There you are! Where's my peanut butter?!" Stefania saw that Unicorn was in the process of selling some sort of shoe chair looking thing. Looking at the table there were other items, some of which looked vaguely familiar, but it was the peanut butter that Stefania finally focused on. She grabbed it from the table. "I'll be taking this back now." 

Unicorn was in the process of arguing with the cab driver on allowing the giant heeled shoe chair to be allowed inside, or at least on top of the taxi that was pulled up to the booth. 

Through the corner of her eye she turned her head and heard the powerful steps of Don Stefania heading towards her, her most trusted bodyguard following. 

Wiggling in excitement, she stopped in mid-wiggle after seeing the grim expression on Don Stefania's face and panicked because she had a flashback of rummaging through the HQ pantry for sell-able items. 

"There you are! Where's my peanut butter?!" 

"Meep!" Unicorn made a rarely made mousy high pitched muffled sound. The taxi driver turned his attention to Lea who was trying to bribe him extra to take the giant heeled shoe chair. 

"Aww come on I'll give you an extra $5 to tie it to the top of the cab!"

"No, it's hideous, I will not take this chair on zee cab," the cab driver said in a heavy accent.

"I'll be taken this back now." Don Stefania eyed her with a piercing beautiful stare. Unicorn's eyes bulged as she slightly pulled her head back and blushed hoping she wouldn't see any other items she took from the HQ that were of value. She turned to her bodyguard who was wearing sunglasses on the fine Sunday afternoon. 

"Hi James!"

"Hi, Miss Unicorn!" James was holding a loaf of bread, jelly, and a butter knife. As Don Stefania walked off, James quickly made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As Don Stefania walked off eating her sandwich, James disapprovingly shook his head at Unicorn. 

Unicorn blushed again and she joined back into the roaring arguing between the cab driver and Lea. 
 

Walking down the street Burnett spots Unicorn trying to run some sort of business It looked pretty weird and had a strange smell but Burnett decided to give it a look. He immediately took out his wallet

"Give me that half eaten piece of yellow cake, that top hat, and those used lotion bottles."

Why was he buying this? He didn't need any of these items but something about the stand felt strange it had a strange power that made him want to buy everything.

"You know what fuck it I'll take everything that you're selling."

Just as he is about to purchase more items,  Knight sees more and more people arriving at the stand, they all seem interested in different things, one on the chair, the peanut butter, blanket, everyone has their fair share. He starts worrying about the Winchester he desperately wants.

 "Oh yes! It's an original rifle used by my grandpapi also known as the "Italian Stallion" For some reason he fought for the north and won 500 battles! This is the rifle he used. Only $1000...

Knight takes out his wallet and starts counting his money, $620 is all he sees in it. "Damn it, I brought the wrong wallet!"

As Unicorn is distracted helping other people, he thinks of how to get the Winchester for less. Maybe if he brings up the scratches, old age and the fact that it might not even work and can't be tested at the moment will bring the price down.

"My lady, I don't want to be disrespectful but, the rifle, even with its history, isn't worth that much. See, I want to use it to shoot a thing or two, not just to have it, and we don't know if it still works, have you ever used it? Look, I understand it's old so it will be deteriorated but look at these deep scratches, the barrel even looks a little bent. Would you consider selling me the rifle for $500?"