Jesse was sitting in the boy's changing room, his head in his hands. He was wearing the pale blue overalls that the cleaners wore, but his head was pounding. He had woken up to come in for this shift with a roaring headache, and nothing he knew how to do was getting rid of it. He looked up at the clock. The races were letting out in less than half an hour, and he needed to suck it up, and get to work. He stood, letting his tail furl out behind him.<br/><br/>He wasn't the most manly of guys, and he took care of how he looked. His ears were always clean, his tail was never ruffled or kinked. He always caught flak for taking care of his looks, but what was wrong with wanting to look good? He brushed some of the wrinkled out of his overalls, then he heard someone rushing his way. "What's wrong now?", he wondered to himself.