#fanpro0049

22 knocked on the door, her knuckle rasping lazily as she looked up at the green, rotting frame. Her foot tapped against the concrete step, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After the nth minute, and a multitude of knocking, the door inched open slowly.

"Finally!" 22 griped, barging her way into the home. "There's two of you, do you think you could be a little faster at opening the door next time?"

22 didn't wait for an answer, instead skipping around the living room, picking up various artefacts and examining them.

She really liked the valuables that the twins had in their home, and she -liked the price people paid for them even more. Absent-mindedly, she slipped various things into the hidden pockets of her bag, humming as she went.

The twins didn't suspect a thing!

"W-what are you doing here?" The timid, shy twin asked, scratched at her braid nervously.

Still humming, 22 spun on the spot to face the twins, a placid look on her face.

"Hmmm? Oh, I got new stock!" Grinning happily, she ripped apart her coat, revealing the masses of products she had concealed in their.

She also emptied out the stash in her bag.

"Half price offer, today only. I figured you'd want something." She grinned again, and timid's twin (her favourite, if she had to pick - and she didn't have to, but she liked to anyway.) strode the pair forward, examining the goods.

"Let's see..." She murmured, "Hmmm. Ethanol... ("We don't need that, sis.") Bleach... ("Or that.") Yeast... ("What?") Stella... Wine... Oh, Shiraz!" Picking up the bottle of red, she paid 22 the appropriate amount. And a little tip.

"Um..." It was the timid one, and 22 looked up from packing away her merchandise. "D-do you have anything that isn't alcoholic? Like, juice... or something..." She trailed off at the lost look on 22's face.

"No. Sorry. Well, I have a monkey's hand, if you'd like that. Grants you four wishes. Here!" She pulled the severed paw out of a pocket, brandishing it in her face.

Both parties of 49 wretched in horror.

"Sorry, 22." They said in unison, "but we won't be taking that."

22's face fell as she put it back into her seemingly magic pockets.

"Oh. That's okay! I'll come back next week with more goods though, okay?"

Not waiting for an answer, 22 turned on her heels and sauntered out of the front door, slamming it shut behind.

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So I figured I'd make a small contribution to Fanpro :D I guess I'd take prompt requests for this if anybody really wanted me to?