"I raise the bet by two hundred Sirian credits", exclaimed a short man wearing a dark hat and a suit with a small white 'C' on the top left side of it, "Any of you gentlemen think you got what it takes to beat me?"
The bar was located in a small city on planet Manhattan. It was pretty empty, with only four men around a single table, playing a game of poker while the bartender was cleaning glasses next to the counter, and a large muscular man standing near the entrance. "Fold, he obviously has some good cards", said the man sitting next to him "Yeah, I already lost enough this game" said the next man in the rotation and placed his cards near the deck. "You have a bad poker face Charlie, I check", said the fourth man, pushing the remainder of his chips to the middle of the table, "Lets see what you got"
Charlie had a look of disbelief on his face. "Are you sure you wan to take that risk McLett? That's all the chips you have left. Shouldn't go crazy, eh?"
James Mclett was a thin, medium height young man. He was around 23 years old, and he loved playing poker.
McLett just stared at Charlie, and Charlie showed his hand. He had a pair. "Come on Charlie, that was hardly believable", said McLett with a large smile on his face, and revealed his cards. He had two pairs, kings and jacks "You should work on your act"
As McLett was drawing his hands to take the chips that were in the middle of the table, the large man that was standing near the entrance grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. "Hey what do y- " James started saying, but was quickly interrupted by Charlie "Let's just remember, little James, that you still owe us some money. Quite a lot, actually. I think I'll take what you've made today as a start, we can't have you forget to pay right?"
Charlie grinned. McLett wanted to jump on Charlie so badly right now, but the large man kept him from moving his body. Charlie was high up in a local mob group, and was a regular poker player. McLett enjoyed playing with him because he would always bet a lot of money and lose it easy. However, a few times Mclett got too greedy and now he owes them much more money than he can pay. And the debt is just getting bigger and bigger. "Good" Charlie whispered, "Derry, please escort Mr. McLett here out of the bar. I don't think he has more to do around here" The large man nodded, pulled Mclett up and pushed him out of the bar, throwing him to the ground and shutting the door behind him.
McLett got up, dusted himself off and started walking to his home. He couldn't help but imagine himself punching Charlie's obnoxious face, but he knew that it won't end well for him.
When he got home no one was there. Mclett has been living with his girlfriend for the past year, and she's been working double shifts. He couldn't help but feel bad for still not telling her about his debt, but he brushed it off, telling himself she's been under enough pressure. He'll tell her when things calm down. He took a quick shower and went to sleep, he had to get up early tomorrow and it was already quite late.