Susan truly wished she could either just punch his face in, or arrest him, and damn the consequences. It might almost be worth it to be interrogated by old Umbridge for an arrest without completely following due diligence, but he deserved that much at least for being a sleazy git.
Why Cass put up with him as a friend, she had no idea. But then again, Cass could act like that sometimes as well, only he could at least be fun about it, and wasn't a death eater, to boot.
She inadvertently kicked her boot against the bar as he spoke of Cass being her boyfriend. She doubted he'd even have an inkling of understanding about just being friends with Cass, and her boot was just itching to kick another death eater where it would do the most damage.
"Cass is working, and might be along later." She teased just a little, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes , and it took all her resolve not to just hex him where he stood. "Sorry to disappoint, Bletchley, but all I wanted was a drink. Well, two - butterbeers - since you're giving them away at a sensible price."
"So, business been slow enough you decided to bring the prices down to a reasonable markup?" she asked, looking around and seeing if she could see any other unsavoury types in the bar. Apart from a girl who was trying to drum up business for the brothel, the seemed like a pretty ordinary bunch. A few faces seemed familiar, but alas, nobody she could slink off to and join to help get away from Bletchley.