"I'd like that, I think," Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he fixed his hair a bit, putting on some lipstick after that and some makeup along his jaw and adam's apple, doing a good job of it, if he did say so himself, "Crazy old man jack with the mascara smear, they'll call me."
Jack was done with the makeup, a set of colours to match the dress and bring out the green of his eyes (bless those drag queens) and he moved to get his own dress out, "Alright, dear, mirror is yours," He had told Jules he'd be out for a while with Greg, and that he should really meet Greg sometime. He had sort of asked permission that way.
Bending to pull out his dress, Jack turned his back to the mirror so he could change, so that he could avoid the man not asking questions but being curious about the scars on his front, though one did curve around his back. He was quick to hop into his dress, pulling it up over his hips rather than over his head, and he got it on with little fuss.
"How's the makeup going, dear? Haven't lost an eye, have you?"