Trevor doesn't even notice the new person, but the second he comes up to him and slings an arm around him he's about to punch. Stops himself just in time because-- wait, this guy's not trying to take him up on his blaring offer to get his ass kicked, is he?

There's some dark bottle he's being flashed and Trevor at first throws a glare at this guy, like - fuck your donation i ain't poor - but then he's saying something about limeys and lager and instantly, Trevor feels a twitch of a soul-connection going on. His demeanor switches quite abruptly and he's happy to be led by this mysterious stranger to said corner.

"God damn," Trevor nearly shouts, still tipsy and wanting to be as loud as possible. "Do you know how to pick someone up. Go ahead and roofie me all ya want, sailor!" Yes, still yelling this, clearly not caring if anyone overhears. Far from the top of his list of priorities right now.