"What an apt description," she said, nodding. She watched her friend's eyes flicker towards the bar and her sister. Perhaps they were arguing again. Frowning, Emma's eyes strayed to the fancy haired bloke and the tall one before she looked at the bartender. "Do you want me to go get us drinks?" she asked, curiously. Ria didn't seem all that intent on moving and Emma could make her way through the small crowd without causing a scene. She hoped.
"I've yet to meet one that wasn't 'half bad'," she murmured, thinking back to some of the Slytherin boys who'd played Quidditch at school. When word of her blood had gotten out, she hadn't been left alone and it was as though she was suddenly not worthy of anything but lewd comments and inappropriate touching.
"Well, that's good," she said, nodding. Though, the bit about their patience didn't surprise her in the lease. She expected they felt they were entitled to whatever it was they wanted and if they didn't get it then and there...