Jesse nodded at Zeke and made the motion to just keep the drinks coming. He generally abused the City's generosity with money. If it was going to give, he was going to use it.
"Well, sounds like ya died, and that's enough fer a man to sit down and get himself sloshed, but you got that special kinda drunk goin on that tells me that yer words about takin yer wife weren't just empty offers. You lose yer wife too?"
Two hits on a guy in such a short time? Had to really fucking suck.
"Lemme take one more guess, on top o'that. Ya also just arrived here in this City, which accounts for ya not actually bein dead, and yer still tryin to figure out what the fuck is goin on here."