Probably

Denice the Bridesmaid:

[had a bit too much to drink]
Hey, Connor. Connor Mead:
Hey. Denice the Bridesmaid:
How you been? Connor Mead:
Well, I'm at a wedding. I'm seeing ghosts in the john. I've been better. Denice the Bridesmaid:
What were you and Sandra's mom talking about so *intensely*? Connor Mead:
Casual sex. [which causes her to splutter in her drink] Connor Mead:
So what's your stance on casual sex, bridesmaid? Denice the Bridesmaid:
On top! I mean, I'm... I'm for it. Connor Mead:
Oh, speaking of which, I think I owe you an apology. I've enjoyed the company of all the other bridesmaids except you. I mean, you must feel terribly left out. Denice the Bridesmaid:
[nods]
I do. [goofy smile, chuckles] Connor Mead:
I do hope that there's some way to rectify this injustice. Denice the Bridesmaid:
Well, you know what I always say is, "To think globally, act locally." [chuckles] Connor Mead:
[chuckles]
Then, before I, uh, commence the launch code... Are you the one my brother slept with? I don't like to cross swords. Denice the Bridesmaid:
Wait, what? Your brother slept with one of the bridesmaids? Connor Mead:
Okay, I guess it wasn't you. Okay, from now on, I don't... cross swords. Listen, forget I even brought it up. Hey, why don't you scamper up to my room, boil some water, get the Chicken claw out of my suitcase, do some light stretching, and I will be up in five? Denice the Bridesmaid:
[whispers very softly]
Chicken claw. Okay. Connor Mead:
Chicken claw. Denice the Bridesmaid:
Okay. [chuckles, goes on her mission, whispering to herself:] Denice the Bridesmaid:
Suitcase. Stretching. Scamper. Five minutes. Connor Mead:
[to the amazed bartender]
And that's how it's done, son. That is how it's done. Foyer Bartender:
Does it work on guys? Connor Mead:
[only momentarily taken aback]
Probably