Jesse realized that Wash was in no shape to take care of himself. He would have felt bad leaving the man here like this.
"I'm a Southern man, I s'ppose." he grasped Wash under the arm to pull him upright further. "Strong and silent, protective, gentlemanly. I'm an uneducated man, as well. Pretty easy to get along with, not so easy to fight."
He threw some money on the bar top to cover what they'd had to drink and anything that they might have broken. It should cover the hassle of having two men fighting in there, too. As an after thought, Jesse tossed down a bit extra for a tip. Everybody always liked to be tipped. They were less apt to call the police.
"We gotta get you home, friend. Get you put into a bed. Not that you'll feel any better for it in the mornin, but I think you'd resent waking up on scuzzy carpet under a bar with gum stuck to the bottom side."