Ten days later
Spades sat down on the park bench next to the man in sweat pants and an NY University hoodie and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He offered one to the man and then pulled out his lighter. As he lit the man's cigarette he said "You know this reminds of your first job. Afterwords you smoked twenty of these things."
The man recoiled and looked at Spades. Spades gave him a grin and said "So, you like the work? I like my new face. Cost me a pretty penny but it was worth it. So, how's the daughter doing Clubs?"
Clubs relaxed and looked at the lake in the park before saying "She's doing good, I dropped her off at a friends this morning. Their having a little party. So...why am I not dead right now?"
Spades shrugged and lit his cigarette "Because you have a kid. Because you shot me in the chest instead of the head. Because if you ever try to get back into the game I will."
Clubs sighed and looked at Spades. Spades continued "Seriously, get out, get a good job, live for your kids and not the money.:
Spades stood up and walked away, tossing the cigarette into an ashtray as he walked past. Clubs went back to his jog as Spades got into his car and took off.
Short but I don't have too much time to write right now so I thought I'd get something done.