At Mister X's message of intent, Ace turns to smile, nods, & waves.
In a comical "poking fun at a good friend" sort of tone & body language he calls after the Ork: "Ok fine BE that way & run along home to the Wifey. You're ugly & your mom dresses you funny! PLBPLBPLBPLBLBLBLBlblblblbb!"
Via the encrypted link to All Three: "Check. One to verify potential Clone or DoppleGanger involvement. Two & Three continue as planned. Three Out."
Laughing as the Ork hurries off & turning to Block, Ace chortles & playfully bops his pal on the bicept.
Aloud & ballsy as hell: "Looks like it's just the two of us to have all the fun tonight! More wings & lapdances for us! Woot!"
Via encrypted ComLink to Grunyon: "Any particular place you want to start looking?"
When Grunyon mentions 76th Street, Ace smiles, nods enthusiasticly, & starts off in that direction.
Aloud & feigning a "Colledge Frat Party" participant's eagerness: "Sounds great! We can start there & make a big ol' loop of tha clubs! We'll get s4-faced, lap danced, & winged until we puke!"
Keeping up the cocksure clammer & boasting banter is not as easy as it seems, but Ace sucks it up, keeps his chin up, & pretends to scan the scene for signs of places to party.
In truth he's trying desparatly to perceive as much as possible lest he miss something supposedly minor that turns out to be major & gets their hoops handed to them on a mortician's cold slab.
Eyes peeled for shadows that move when they shouldn't or vice versa, folks pretending to be homeless but too clean around the edges where the truely destitute can't afford to buy the soap to scrub, "junkies" that appear far too aware for someone supposedly strung out on BTL or the latest Drug Du Jour, anyone tailing, anyone watching for too long, anything out of place.
Using his peripheral vision to it's fullest, casually looking at the reflections in store front windows, the windows or side mirrors of parked cars, the way shadows get cast from the streetlights, store lights, & neon.
Keeping his ears tuned up to "Paranoid" levels to catch the telltale ClickClack of a round being chambered, the metallic snick of a blade being snapped forth, the footfalls of a runner coming up on their six, anything that may make the difference of Life & Death.
He knows his dilligence may provide the crucial flick of the senses he'll need to react in time to the danger that suddenly presents itself.
Scanning for Reggie, the Lady, Ghouls, & anything that makes his "Spidey Senses" tingle...
Ace is On The Clock and his insides turn to liquid nitrogen while his facade maintains it's exuberent warmth.
He can do this, he can remain Cool, Calm, & Collected on the inside while faking the Frat Boy prat mask.
((Perception: 2, 6, 2, 2, 5, 4, 6, 5, 6.))
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