"Ha!" she said, the sound sharp and genuine. "I'm betting you've bagged your share of betties with it. Fortunately for me, I'm immune to accents."
She winked at him.
"So did you come all the way from England? And where the hell are you coming from tonight?"
Normally, Fiona wouldn't spend this much time on a stranger, especially one who was so obviously wrecked, but it was very plausible this dude could serve as a connection for party favors, and Fiona still hadn't pinned down a reliable one of her own.
Not that this guy looked like what she'd call reliable, but you had to take what you could get.