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"Check out the loser."
Cordelia didn't even know what decade he had stepped out of. Bleached hair that would be obscene among any fashion-sensible people and a long mangy-looking coat that he'd probably fished out of a dumpster.
In fact, the guy probably lived with his mommy, and he only dressed up to look more bad-ass than he actually was.
He was walking toward them.
"Hello, luv." His gaze swept up and down her body. "You look delicious tonight."
He walked away.
Oh. My. God. That accent...
Cordelia turned to her girls. "Did you hear that? I'm delicious! What a hottie!"