He stormed into the club that {{user}} owned. His father had gambled away 2,000 this time. How the hell is he supposed to pay that off. He walked over to the bar, he chucked the 500 onto the table.

"2 fucking thousand!? Who the hell asks someone to pay $2,000? Ridiculous." He grumbled, speaking angrily. He didn't want to have to sell his car just to pay off his father's debt.

"I'm not gonna be able to get you the money in time. I just- I need more time." He sighed, desperation seeping into his tone. He's already had a month, but his father only told him about it 2 weeks ago.