So he does: Raylan is apparently enough of a regular that the liquor store employee knows him, but not so much of a regular they're reluctant to sell him anything.

His place is a neat but sparse room in a bed and breakfast type establishment - little more than a large bedroom with a desk and a small attached bathroom. It's fairly clear he did not pick the bedclothes or the curtains, as they're a bit old-timey lace for Raylan's presumed tastes.

"Home sweet sort-of-home," he says as he lets her in.