Jindari listens to the thumping thrum of the bassline, listening in to the conversation to her right.  She drums her fingers against the bartop, zoning out as the music seemingly pulses through her entire body. She’s high as fuck, and that’s just fine by her- There were few things Hallex didn’t improve, and spying on sexy older Asari was one such thing.  She slams her eyes shut harder, trying to catch any information she can that’s divulged between the Bartender and the ..strange woman.<br/><br/>She’s struggling to keep her attention with the conversation being had right next to her, but it’s hard what with all the noises thumping about.  As the words slowly make their way to her ears, she take in the information and keeps her demeanor as uninterested as possible.  She hears the male laughter, and ignores It until she hears him speak.  The mention of ‘eye-fucking’  causes her eyes to shoot open. Whats’ an eye fucking and who now??  She snaps around just in time to see the Krogan step up to the rather..fetching older asari.  Uh oh.<br/><br/>Normally, the younger asari wouldn’t blink an eye at such a display of bravado.  Fighting over a hot piece of ass wasn’t really a rarity on Omega.  However…  Jindari looks around the bar and crinkles her nose. Unless the Krogan AND the older woman both had a taste for gently aged Salarians or Batarians,  the ‘ass’ in question  was none other than her own.  While Jindari was fully aware she was easy on the eyes, and even had her share of drunken brawls fought over her, this was..different.  In the past she’d never cared what the outcome of the quarrel was as she’d be loath to fuck someone foolish enough to put on a masculine display of ownership.<br/>But this- this was different.  The Asari didn’t really …push the issue. Hell she didn’t even say a word to her.  Yet with a heavily armored and imposing krogan staring her down- the asari had the nerve to stand her ground.  Nothing did it for Jindari like  a brazen older woman. She stifffles a laugh as the Asari infers the Krogans quad has yet to drop, and having worked with enough Krogan to know what a grave insult such a statement was, her hand moves to her own pistol.<br/><br/>Every fiber of her being screamed to watch this play out,  to see exactly what the elder asari did when pushed and prodded, but she wasn’t about to let the Krogan lay into the Asari.  It’s hard to feign disintrest when all she wants to do is watch the spectacle, but to show too much interest would show her hand to the other woman, and Jindari was used to playing her cards close to her chest.<br/>She downs her Ryncol, and stares straight ahead as the Krogan charges forward, her finger itching on the trigger of her pistol to just raise the M-5 Phalanx at her hip , and push let the Krogan know full and well, she was –not- on the table.  Not for him anyhow.  As he pulls the Asari up to her feet, Jindari raises her pistol to the back of the Krogans skull, her mouth is agape as she hears the other woman speak. Her lips curl into a wide grin as she lowers her pistol and sits back down. This old bitch had some fight left in her….Jindari orders another shot and downs it, then orders another all while  this chaos is wrapping up. She hopes the elder woman does not see  that she was about to jump in and help, as capable matriarchs were loath to admit to needing help-ever. It was just their way.<br/><br/>Jindari tries to act as casual as possible; plastering a knowing smirk on her face as she is sure the other woman will approach.  What a pair of stones this one had. She raises her brow and catches from her peripherals the cool calculating madness behind each of the elder womans movements. Everything from her method of standing to the way she drank her beer…everything about this woman was sexy. Jindari shifts in her seat, already rather..excited by the other woman, but she  continues to smirk and feign disinterest.<br/><br/>When the older woman walks up to her, she trys to keep her cool but it’s hard. The Ryncol is well within her system now and is blurring her thoughts into a wondrous mix of sincerely fucked.She raises a brow ridge as the other woman speaks. The pick-up line was …well..a little lame. But just lame enough to make the younger woman smile broadly.   She turns to address the other woman, her amused look apparent in her gaze. “Is that what you call that little display? Making an honest woman of you? “ her tone is low and sultry, she leans in , speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music, “Judging by the conversation you were havin’ before yr’ Krogan buddy interrupted , I’d say someone beat me to the punch.” She motions silently at the bangle the Asari wears before grinning even wider.<br/><br/>She leans back, downs her shot , crossing arms soon after before trying to bite back her grin by digging her teeth into her bottom lip.  She hopes by teasing the older asari a bit she’ll get the hint that she’d been watching her since she strolled up to the bar.  She holds out a hand in greeting, “Jindari.”   She beams at the other woman before her smile somehow finds a way to become even broader and more charming. Her toothy grin even more filled to the brim with perfect white teeth. “Never been ..what was it…’Eye –fucked’ before..” She starts , “Is this a common practice among the older generation? Is it done when the effort involved in –actual- fucking becomes just far too taxing?” She waggles her brow and winks a bit, “Must be terrible getting’ old..”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>