Lots of money

"Five hundred bucks," Junior says.

"Five hundred!" You gasp. "That's nearly a whole month's rent!" Waitressing is a decent job, but not decent enough that you can just drop five hundred dollars to get out of a blackmailing.

Junior shrugs. He's got a look of smug satisfaction on his face, and you suddenly get the urge to punch his teeth in. Somehow you don't think that would fix this new problem. "Hey, doesn't matter to me how much your rent is. If you want to keep this job, I want five hundred."

The owner's son doesn't wait around for your answer and jogs back up the stairs to the main area of the diner.

Where the fuck are you supposed to get five hundred dollars from?