"Say no more," Jess said easily. "Old Southern remedy - if liquor can't cure it, nothing can, right?" Her smile was as easygoing as her tone, and slightly commiserating in a 'been there, done that' sort of way. Sure, she might've spent a bit of time in bigger cities since leaving home, but it was true what they said - you could take the girl out of the South, but you couldn't take the South out of the girl. And really, ranch culture in Wyoming was pretty similar to ranch culture in Alabama. Just a bit snootier.
The accent teased the edges of her memory before finally snagging on it. "Louisiana, right?" she asked him. It wasn't right next door to Alabama, but she'd heard it a few times. It was pretty easy to tell the different Southern accents apart, and those from the bayou regions always had that little extra something that made it stand out. She finally joined him at the bar, holding out a hand. "I'm Jess, by the way. Jess Turner. I'm new - got here this morning. Or last night. It's a little fuzzy."