"Southern?" Wash asked then grunted as he was swooped up, straight. Southern wasn't exactly a culture nor location where he was from. At least not from the history books that he cared about. The Rim might be the closest comparison but even then it was much more varied than that of the Southeast United States on a planet Wash'd never been to.
"Ah. Sounds like a friend of mine. 'Cept the 'gentlemanly.' Not easy to fight. Chyeck!" he agreed, hanging onto the other guy's shoulders and he watched him shell out the money with a couple of blinks.
He looked up at him for a while trying to figure out what he'd said.
"Oh, yeah. My place," he said as they headed out to the street. "Usually there when I turn around."
He said, and after a few steps.
"You know, you're a good guy," he said jabbing his finger into Jesse's chest. "I still hate you."
He eventually did get home into a bed though how he got there he didn't have a clue.