Serena’s eyes almost immediately catch a young asari of interest in her peripheral vision about three people down from where she was sitting. Slowly the Spectre’s cold blue eyes trail back to the Thessian beer in front of her and the asari lifts the glazed blue bottle to her lips for a moment, using the action to get another quick look at the other unknown asari.  What she saw made her smile. It was just so perfect, that cyan skin and the tight, white camisole along with the casual military attire. It was like seeing a girl after her own heart which was rare enough but the fact that the merc had a lanky, toned body underneath it all was even more appealing. Serena herself was lean and a bit on the petite side but what she lacked in height she more than made up for in wiry muscle and the commando was more than willing to put a few krogan on their asses if she needed to prove a point.<br/><br/>A sudden snickering from her side however broke her attention, causing the Spectre to nearly choke on the mouthful of ale as she startled, her head almost instantly snapping to her left. The source of the noise was quickly apparent, a male krogan who looked to be in his second or so century in battered old medium armor that was patched together with rough shod plates. His crest was a solid grey and his face free of scars, he was young and unlikely to be as tough as he thought he was or so Serena gathered.<br/><br/>“ You finished eye-fucking her asari so I can take a go at her? Hrrm?” His voice was deep and hoarse, like two coarse stones running against one another and it made the Spectre frown. This little dipshit thought he was some alpha male and apparently he was stupid enough to fight over something that wasn’t even claimed.<br/><br/>The navy skinned asari takes a deep breath, keeping her response level in the face of the obnoxious krogan. It was no use to start a gun fight over something so stupid and like hell she was going to lose an opportunity to talk to that eye candy. “Listen. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here. But Omega isn’t a good place for a krogan to go when his quad hasn’t even dropped yet.”<br/><br/>Immediately the bastard growled, pounding the bar with his oversize mitt and shaking the glasses of a few patrons who were now quite enraptured by the scene. “Who do you think you are you dark skinned slut? I could rip your spine out! I am ten times the warrior you are!” The krogan stood up straight and walked right up to the asari’s seat, grabbing her by the shirt roughly but Serena simply stood up when he jerked her up.<br/><br/>“Who I am doesn’t matter, but you’re nothing but a little beta staring down someone with twice the quad you got. Okay? I suggest you let me the fuck go or you’re about to see if the Carnifex advertising campaign is true.” The reptile would suddenly look down, his eyes widening while Serena smirked. The asari had calmy pressed the barrel of her now unholstered Paladin up under his bare armpit, a clear shot into the krogan’s rib cage and a easy hit to at least one of the beast’s hearts. The two stared at each other for a moment before he let her go and backed away, shaking that oversized head of his.<br/><br/>“Whatever. Have it, asari. You’re fucking dead if I see you outside Afterlife.” The nervous patrons returned to their drinks as the Spectre holstered the handgun after the modular piece was done folding into itself in one smooth motion. It was all show from the alien. She’d judged him right from the first moment, some little fish in a big pond trying to make a splash, too bad there’s always a bigger fish.  Serena smiled to herself and corrected the fit of her shirt, playing with the breathable material for a moment before she grabbed her ale from the bar and went three seats down to where the asari was sitting. Might as well use the ‘right’ if I just won it from that shithead Serena mused to herself as she sat down next to the nubile young thing, her cold blue eyes trailing over the woman’s face for a moment.<br/><br/>The most vital part was to come however, breaking the ice with the young asari. The matron staged asari took a slow sup from her ale before setting her glass down with a low click that was inaudible in the booming base of the ever-present music in Afterlife.  “Most women think I’m full of shit when I say I’d fight a krogan for them.”  The asari pauses deliberately, letting the other alien think for a moment before grinning. “I guess that krogan just made an honest woman out of me.” It was simple, and really a bad joke but the point was to gauge the merc’s interest. “Serena.” The Spectre points at herself, letting her bottle hit the bar idly with the beat of the song. Already her eyes were noting details about the other woman, her dilated pupils and the ryncol in her glass. There was no doubt that the young asari was already lit and there was no doubt that this was going to be a fun evening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>