Jesse wandered into the bar in time to overhear the man's speech, starting from how he was killed. He hadn't been in this particular establishment in a good while, having found another couple that he liked and were generally between his place and Zoe's when he wanted to be in a bar. Nostalgia was hitting him pretty good currently, and he wanted to see if there were people still working here he liked. He was glad to see a familiar face behind the bar as he approached.
"Let the man fuckin drink how he wants, Zeke." Jesse pointed to a whiskey bottle a few shelves up and the man brought it over. He pulled money out of the pocket of his coat and handed it over. "I'll cover his tab. He fuckin died yesterday, ya can't deprive a man of alcohol in a situation like that."
As he sat, he poured himself a glass from the bottle. "Not havin the best day?"
Jesse didn't hesitate when pulling out his smokes in a bar. He didn't care if they had no smoking signs or not. He smoked when he drank, and he would welcome anyone telling him not to.