Cohen has a minion!

Minion the Fruit Cup

Story & Layout by me, Coding by User not found: spittany & sonata

»Alright, gentleman, place your bets.«, a well dressed guy in a smoking said.
Cohen looked devastated. He had lost anything – again! A sudden fear took grip of his heart. How should he ever manage to repay this guy he had borrowed the money from? He was such an idiot!
When his own money wasn't enough to cover his gambling habits anymore, he had decided to borrow it from a person he had met in the same casino, he was now playing in. He didn't know much about him, but he was pretty sure he was linked to the mafia.
Cohen was well overdue to pay this man back and now he had lost the last bit of money along with the last tiny shred of hope to escape his fate. He was sure the guy would kill him off if he told him he had lost the remaining money again.
Cohen stood up and staggered slowly to the exit, when he caught a glimpse of the bar. Oh, he definitely needed some alcohol right now but he hadn't even enough money left to buy himself the cheapest drink on their drink menu.
Cohen left the casino and directly bumped into a huge man. He staggered backwards in surprise.
»I am sorry.«, he said. »I think I-«
That was when he realized, who he had just run into. He started at the man wide eyed.
»Do you have my money?«, the man asked him in a cold and unfriendly voice.
Cohen saw he the man wasn't alone. Two thugs stood behind him, blocking Cohen' way out of the alleyway.
»I... I...«, Cohen couldn't think straight in fear. He looked into the mans freezing stare and saw his own death in them.
Suddenly the door of the casino went open and a young male in his middle twenties exited.
»Jaeger, my dear friend.«, the young man said in a cheering tone. »Here you go. I think our friend here was just so surprised he actually won at the roulette table, he totally forgot to take his win before he left.«
The young man threw a plastic bag at the mans feet so he had to actually bend over to grab it. He looked into the bag and nodded.
»Chet "Checkmate" Winslow... I never thought you actually have a heart. Well I guess you never stop learning.«, he said in a mutter an turned to go. »Be grateful he saved your sorry ass. I would have killed you for sure today.«
Cohen watched the man and his two goons go. He was speechless.
»Well... It looks like you finally got rid of him.«, the other guy said with a smile. »Pleased to meet you. My name is Chet but most people call me Checkmate.«
»I... I will never be able to make up for what you just did for me.«, Cohen finally managed to stammer.Chet smiled.
»Oh, you will. First, you'll promise me to stop gambling. You are terrible in it.«, he said shaking his head. »Second, I'll help you to get a job and then you can start earning money on the regular way. You'll pay me back little by little over the time. The money is not essentially necessary to me but it will help you to find you way back to your old life.«
Cohen looked at him speechless.
»Why would you help me? You don't even know me.«
Chet smiled friendly.
»Wrong. Believe me, I know everything about you I actually need to.«
He offered Cohen his hand with a kind expression.
»Come on, I don't bite and your shift is starting in five minutes.«
»My... My shift...?«, he asked confused.
»Right. You are going to work in this casino from now on. You'll be the new bartender.«, Chet said with a soft smile.
Even though Cohen was still too confused to fully understand the situation, he suddenly reached out an gratefully grabbed Chet's hand.
»My name is Cohen. Thank you so very much for your help.«, he said with tears in his eyes. »I promise, I'll pay you back down to the last cent.«

Name: Cohen Brooks

Gender: Male

DoB: 17.07.

Age: 29

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Setting: present age, America

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Hair Color: dark blue with light blue streaks

Eye Color: violet

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