The jerk store called they're running out of you!

The old storefront with the brick facade looked hardly like anything that would be noticeable to the passerby. Its windows were small and dim and above the lone door was a sign that read:members only. Louie walked into the dark club with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He had just lost 3 g's on a bet and had to pay his bookie back by Friday. The anticipation came mainly from the act of asking Pasquale for the money. He already owed money to several bookies across town and a few loansharks. Still Pasquale had always been a kind and generous person Louie knew as much as a capo could be, and he would likely concede. Pasquale was known by most of his associates as Pat but Louie had never been able to call him that. He had been born in the old country and raised speaking Italian and it never quite seemed natural to him. As Louie walked in the smell of cigarettes and stale air engulfed him. There were a few characters milling about, most he recognized some he had never seen before, 'Hey Sal.' Louie said to a familiar face at the bar. 'Louie how are ya?' Louie walked up to the bar embracing Sal. 'The big man around?' Louie asked with a twinge of fear in his voice. 'He's taking care of some business in the back, he'll be with you in a little bit.' Sal walked towards the back room to get him. Louie asked the bartender for a beer, it was 11am but he felt like he needed something to calm his nerves.
The tender placed the beer in front of him and he took a quick swig. The cold hops felt good to him as he they washed down his throat. Pasquale sauntered out of the backroom towards the bar. He already knew why Louie was here and was dreading the moment. Louie had been making bad deals across town and certain things were going to have to be done about it. 'Hey Pasquale.' Louie said as Pasquale approached the bar. 'Hey Louie let me guess you need some money.' His tone was somewhat hostile and Louie was taken aback. 'Hey Pasquale I just.. 'Can it Louie i've heard it all. You were late paying me back the last time and I had to track you down. Don't make me have to do that again.' Louie stuttered. 'I promise I just need 4 g's.' Pasquale sighed and pulled out his billfold. He extracted the bills and handed them over. Louie took the bills and quickly finished his beer, the air had become hostile he could tell. As he walked out into the sunlight the glare enveloped him. He got the extra thousand because he had a good lead on a horse tonight, he could earn back what he owed an than some. Pasquale sighed as Louie walked out the door. 'Its a shame.' He said to Sal. 'What the shame he's a fuckin degenerate gambler.' Pasquale felt bad giving him the money. Louie was a hit waiting to happen and he knew it. Still it was his type that kept him in business. Those constantly in debt, who always needed some money. Still it was the way things worked in their life.