Eventually

"I didn't fucking come here to be hit on, okay?" Ronda tells you, with a bit of a sneer on her face when she catches you checking her out.

"Ronda, I'm sorry. Please accept my apology. I didn't come over trying to hit on you, and I'm sorry if it came across that way," you tell her as you prepare to cover yourself from an attack from her.

"Honesty. I admire that in a man. Have a seat. But I meant what I said, so don't expect this to go anywhere," she tells you as you order a round of drinks, appreciating the second chance she was giving you to win her over.

"I wasn't expecting to see you at a party like this Ronda," you tell her as you both start to down the drinks, feeling like you were at least getting the tiny bit of somewhere with her.

"You're not such a bad guy yourself John. I'm sorry I snapped at you like that earlier. But after my girls left, I had plans to leave until you came over here," she told you, getting comfortable enough in your presence that she was letting her guard down and showing you her real self after a few more drinks got into her.

You still had plans to fuck her later if you could, and now that you see the effect the **** is having on her, you think you know how to go about accomplishing that.