Roger glanced over at the witch next to him, and really of all the witches he didn't want to talk to-which was a surprisingly long list currently- Susan wasn't one of them. "Hey, Susan," he said, pausing in his rather determined drinking long enough to properly acknowledge her.
He glanced around to see if maybe she had Eddie in tow- he could hardly keep up with the two of them, but it seemed like this time they were done for good. Roger was good mates with Eddie, but he never really got involved in other people's relationships. He did a good enough job of fucking up his own, he was busy enough.
"You look nice," he offered, it not escaping his notice that her breasts were on prominent display, but he knew Susan well enough to keep the thought to himself. "How are you?"