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There was a reason that Jamie never really dressed in drag or performed -- heels often did a number on his feet and his ankles, something he was very much aware of as he kept an eye on the people still present, wiping down counters to keep himself occupied, distracted away from the pain and to focus on his work.

Even if he didn't perform, though, he still made sure to look his absolute best, no matter how he felt, and while it wasn't over the top or anything, he thought it was good, if muted compared to the colorful queens on the stage.

"You know, I can run around the stage in a dress, maybe even character shoes, you know, low heels to give just a little lift, but that," he gestured vaguely to the stage where someone was really working the remnants of the night's crowd. "Not even in my wildest dreams could I do that. How do you manage?" His question was quite pointed, directed to his coworker nearby.

Jamie couldn't help but let out a soft snort, shaking his head as he set the towel aside. He'd need to wipe things down again later, but it was serviceable as it was right then. The night was coming closer and closer to an end, but not yet, not yet, there were still those quietly nursing drinks, and otherwise just...

"That sounds entirely too painful to be worth it. Least, for me it does. Like, I'm surprised we don't end up with more sprained ankles and twisted knees and the like. I'm already prone to spraining my ankles, don't need to make it worse," he laughed. "But man, even knowing that, you guys -- all of you -- look amazing when you're working the stage." There was a pause as he looked over at Reiki before, almost inaudible, "Or off it."