(Some parts of the post are retrospective…)<br/><br/>… Monic shrugged in reply before shutting the office door. "While I do run a server, tell you the truth, I don't really play on it much anymore. Mostly it's for the money it brings in. I have some parts on order that should be here in a week or so, as I'm thinking of expanding the business a bit. Anyways, if you have a 360 we can hook up to the TV, I don't mind." …<br/><br/>… "Smirnoff Ice? You mean those things that taste like Sprite?" she giggled, "Fair enough, but don't you dare try and 'Ice' me. There would be hell to pay. As for rum, there's a bottle of it in the liquor cabinet above the fridge that I haven't bothered opening. Goat, I think it is? No– Lamb. Yeah Lamb's Black Sheep or some shit."…<br/><br/>… Monic smiled slyly and crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently compressing her breasts. "Ah, one of those types, huh?" she teased, "Alright. Who do you listen to, then? Impress me and we can compare notes. Actually, there's an events listing on my door, but… it's mostly local bands. There's a huge grindcore scene in the south end of the city, if you're into it, and there's some excellent sludge bands that play at the local bar. Mastodon played there once before they got big." She was well aware that he'd closed the distance, which– at least to her– meant the poor boy was prowling for tail.<i>Ah, knew it. You were checkin' out my ass on the way up, huh Max?</i>she thought, and momentarily revisited Hewitt's 'The Spider and the Fly'. She smirked at her own little inside joke, and cocked her head to listen…<br/><br/>… "You commentate games for money, I run a server, for money. I don't have any issues with that, if that's what you're wondering." she said, uncrossing her arms and giving a resigned little shrug. She noticed that he'd stepped back again and suddenly wondered if her breath still smelled alcoholic. The thought perturbed her slightly, and she felt momentarily self-conscious. "Um," she paused, "I guess if you're still interested, please feel free to take a look in either of the two vacant rooms. Cable's covered by your rent, so's internet– T2 Highspeed, just about the best you can buy right now, but the server takes about a quarter of the bandwidth capacity, and I've given it bandwidth priority on the router, so you might have a smidgen of lag at high-traffic periods. Sorry about that. Anyways, that's about it, really. House rules are fairly lenient: whatever happens in your room is your business, but the minute it gets past your door it becomes mine. Capice? Good."<br/><br/>Monic turned and walked towards her door, opened it a crack, and retrieved a thin package of papers from just inside. She wasn't about to let him see into her room. Closing the door behind her, she walked back to him, the packet in-hand. "This is the renter's agreement. I suggest you read through the whole thing, because it outlines the payment policy, damage deposits, and there's some information about local attractions and services 'n stuff."