Monic forced a smile. "Vanessa I'm not sure if you quite understand. I need the damage deposit before you move in, and the actual rent itself before the end of the month. That's a week and a half away. What I'm saying to you is, I can put an advance on your rent for this month but you need to pay me back pronto. I'm not in charge of that, the bank is." And it was true. In order for Monic to maintain her platinum high-interest banking account, she needed to reach the minimum balance by the end of the month. In those interests, she either needed to get all of their rent in on time, or make some other sacrifice– such as not going to 25 shows in a month, or spending a few hundred less on alcohol. Monic bit her lip. That was a sore subject. Less alcohol? Could she manage? More importantly, less shows attended? Would she kill herself?<i>Dammit</i>she thought,<i>But I have to do this. It'll pay for itself, Monax. It will pay for itself. Let her do that thing with the parents' money or whatever, and she'll be as good as yours. Short-term pain for long-term gain, Monax! Go go go!</i><br/><br/>She shifted her weight slightly, resting on one leg. "Alright. We'll do this your way," she said, "But that's only because you seem like a good candidate for this place. I like you, so you can stay. Get me a cheque with the deposit first thing, and then we can work out the rent ordeal at a pace that works better for you." Monic's head throbbed.