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"Extremely~" About being greedy. "What can I say? Only child. Sharing isn't my forte." His attention got a slight by more square on Envy, it seemed. Easing a bit more 'dorky' into his ensemble. Sometimes looking like a tough guy and being a goober was a lot more attractive than one or the other.

"I'll be sure to give you my undivided attention, then." Does this make them easy? Maybe. But they could do with some stress relief.

Phineas wasn't too incompetent at small talk and was pretty good at banter. And sneaking glancing touches as they went. Standing just close enough without being overbearing. Giving the impression he was a horny little guy, but not a dangerous one. He also evened his walk out some as they went. Alcohol apparently burning off (though he'd only had two shots at best and the appearance of more was a lie to start with).

"Something like that." Said with amusement into their glass. Not EVERYONE here was out for a sexual engagement, but yes, that was definitely part of it. And something Envy doesn't mind playing into.

"Extremely~" About being greedy. "What can I say? Only child. Sharing isn't my forte." His attention got a slight by more square on Envy, it seemed. Easing a bit more 'dorky' into his ensemble. Sometimes looking like a tough guy and being a goober was a lot more attractive than one or the other.

They nodded. Yes, very visual. Painfully easy to fool.

Phineas gasped like he hadn't noticed before. "This is a sugar baby hunting ground! Or a swingers pit..." He looked around like he was seeing with new yes. Oh, shit.

"Red hair. Very big, mm, ears." He motioned upward. Was he pulling Charlie's visage from out his ass? Absolutely. "Much, much, shorter." He motioned downwards for a five foot five lizard man's height. "Oh! And big chompers!" He added. Can't forget those. Especially when one of his hands was synthetic.

"Respect shouldn't be earned by appearances, but I suppose that's the world we live in. Dressing up can help." No red flags for them. Perhaps an easy target. They can afford to play it casual, the stakes aren't too high tonight.

"Oh, you know~ Visual creatures, the lot of us." He knew that much about humanity at a base level. Even he was guilty of that often. Though maybe not about the usual things like skin tone.

Envy had received a very interesting message from Lark. 'Salem never goes to the bar alone, do they?' Nothing suspicious about that at all. And after that, totally unrelatedly, he mentioned that a nerdy looking man with a tooth gap was around, somebody Charlie was fond of, so off-limits.

"Aw, damn. Guess I should've worn a Rolex and a gold chain or somethin'. Just didn't want anything to get nicked until I cased the place out for a regular dive." Phineas didn't feel guilt for lying so he didn't have tells like a typical person. Just flowed out and settled in easy to fit the roll.

Lark had to really contain himself because keeping a straight face right now was essential. Well, most people are probably at least a LITTLE antsy about hiring a hitman, but still, he didn't want to let on that he has Designs.

Phineas took the money and thumbed it then tucked it away into coat pocket. Well. Work to do.

Oh boy it's ON. Lake's gonna be so mad. If that asshole ever got mad. Stupid robot. Anyways.

Phineas pushed at his glasses and leaned to have a look. He had a pretty good memory and that as helpful in not keeping a paper or digital trail. At least he did for things like this. Fuck if he could do that in a school setting he'd actually have more than a piddly bachelor's he barely squeaked out.

Boi. Yeah, that price makes sense. He tapped claws on his lips and thought for a minute. Would Lake's card let him pull out that much money at once?

Phineas wasn't HAPPY about such arrangements considering the personal risk with the law, but he also knew the business was a tricky one to work with. Sometimes the other party wanted assurance that the job would be completed and an easy, if lazy, way to do it was split payment as a type of ransom.

"How much?" Too much for him be that much of a dipshit, surely. Especially now because seeing Phineas kiss a kitten made him think maybe he did NOT want to put him in that position.

Lark fully set himself up for that, so he just snorted and shook his head. "You'd think so, but I've got half a dozen kittens depending on me, so y'know."

Not without,

Lark picked up any escapees, and back into the carrier they go. They can stand a little carrier time, he'll give them plenty of playtime later. And did earlier. Never satisfied, these little savages.

Gave Lark a big ol' squint. His tendencies were occasionally for hire. Though he never got joy out of those, personally.

Schtein glanced over and gave a small nod and a grunt. Needed those if he was going to keep using the helmet. Even the new one, since the last one caused a lot of fucking...ear and eye bleeding. He was no medical doctor, but! Good to have shit on hand if things got worse.

Phineas was heating up a pan after having watched his hands extra good with a brush at the sink. He glanced back over shoulder, dead eyed, and back to his task again. Taking lettuce, tomato, and onion out of bag to start slicing.

Herv easily lost track of time in his work, even if it was just in the planning stages. He kept his gloved hand to his mouth in thought as he stared down at his recently taken notes, brows furrowed before finally acknowledging the sound of Phin returning.

There was a time where his impulse on that matter had gone dead. Maybe it would again, who knew.

Aw, they’re just kittens. Their tiny needle claws aren’t going to do any serious damage!

They're VERY WIGGLY! He wasn't a person they knew too well and frankly they could get up to far more inter-kitten mischief on the ground and that was, what it seemed to Phin, they wanted at his earliest inconvenience. He sunk down slowly with some effort to get closer to the ground as one escaped to freedom!