Ace takes the sagging weight of their Shaman friend & begins leading him in the direction indicated, following Block's lead.
Filling the air with inane banter & chatter in attempt to shake Leeson out of his funk, Ace smiles at Block's mention of wings.
Half nudging, half lifting Leeson up on his toes in enthusiasm, Ace quips excitedly something about bbq wings, cheap beer, & the friends to make the night complete.
To Leeson aloud & boisterous: "Ya wanna come join us, Chummer? Maybe one of us will see a pretty Dame & will need a WING Man, Har Har! Get it? WING Man?"
All the while Ace keeps his eyes peeled for things that might need his attention, like stray ghouls, goons, or NYPD's Finest.
Was that tree moving because of a breeze or was there something in the branches following them?
Is that dark patch of sky simply a lack of stars in the bit o' sky or because it's occluded by something else?
Are the shadows near the wall they're facing simply an effect of moonlight doing it's thing or because there's somebody flitting between the darker parts trying to line up a shot?
Did that shrubbery just move? Did that rock just make a face? Is Ace's mind on overdrive imagining drek that's not there just to fixate on it?
The strangled nervous giggle that lodges in Ace's throat might be his only answer, but he's not gonna stop being paranoid until there's a plate of wings in front of him & he can safely put this whole ordeal behind him...
((Perception: 3, 4, 1, 4, 1, 4, 2, 3, 5.))
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