[Jefferson. Well, that's definitely not Bucky Barnes. He doesn't remember anyone named that in Kenzi's family, but then, he hardly remembers much to begin with. He'll have to ask her later. For now, he's going to keep Jefferson calm. Rumlow peeks over at the deputy. Guy's gone now, and Rumlow lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

He offers Jefferson a little smile, though he's not sure he can see it, since he's going for the water. He strokes his back, encouraging slow, easy sips. Pushes his fingers up his back and into the hair at the nape of his neck.]

Well, unless you hate it, I'd get used to it. Kinda a habit of mine. Anyway, odd circumstance aside, good to meet you, Jefferson.

[Rumlow keeps close, in case Jefferson tips or something. His thigh is pressed against his, knowing a solid weight is welcome when you've been drinking.]