[ Huh. Not really much of an interview, but in a place like that the first day would probably be interview enough. It doesn't take long to establish whether or not someone can handle trouble effectively, after all, especially not the kind of trouble that's been hitting the booze a little too hard. Things never go this smoothly - which only makes him all the more suspicious, and when he gets slid the offer he looks that gift horse straight in the mouth.

His reaction isn't hurried. In fact, initially he does very little - he reaches into his pocket, fishes around for a cigarette and lighter. Tucks the cigarette between his teeth, unlit for now. ]

Back home, I took the smallest, shittiest apartment I could find. It's not that I wasn't making enough to afford better, but I don't really care about living the fancy life or having all sorts of bells and whistles. Four walls, a roof that barely leaks, running water, electricity most of the time. That's all.

[ He flicks his thumb to ignite the lighter, staring down at its flame for a few seconds... ]

That kind of pay... isn't even enough to rent a corner to piss in.

[ ... before touching the flame to the slip of paper on the table, letting it start to burn as he leans down to light his cigarette with Mick's now-blazing offer. He straightens back up, slowly, eyes decisively narrowed. ]

Hell, I'd call it unprofessional.