The chase doesn't go for very long. Really, Jeff just reaches the end of the block, rounds the corner, then stops and slouches against the brick of some building. He hugs his arms around his middle, protective, defensive, comforting, who knows.

Fuck.

He just ran away from a cop, while dressed up as a fucking drag witch. Wait, not even a witch, because he already lost the hat. Far as anyone can see, he's just some skinny weirdo in a skimpy dress and fishnet gloves, the thick, smudged eyeliner and smeared gold shadow the only remnants of his half-assed makeup job.

(Thank god he wasn't dumb enough to try and wear heels tonight.)

This is ridiculous. He probably looks fucking deranged. Jeff looks down at himself and sniffles... and then he can't stop himself from laughing.