@mountebanks
There always was something so unexplainably enticing about a woman that emanated power. Even as she had been flitting about the bar dealing with regulars, witnessing the occasional drunk attempting to press their luck fixed with a stare that sent them scarpering -- Whoever the newcomer was, she held such magnetism and aloofness in equal measure it made her head spin, and Gia certainly planned on testing the boundaries of which she’d be met with before the night was out. After all, she’d yet to even order a drink, clearly lost in some issue related to whatever was on the other end of that phone she hadn’t looked from since she sat down -- And the bartender found herself hit with a perplexing urge to ease some of the tension lines currently etched into those stunning features.
Leaning against the bar, she reached out a finger to nimbly press against the opposite end of the device, tilting it back gently. “Let’s not allow this useless hunk of metal to get you any more agitated, hm?” She added in way of explanation, fingertip dipping off the edge of her phone as quickly as it had been placed there. “Speaking from experience, I’d rather not deal with the fallout when it smashes against those bottles behind me; far too much effort on my part.” The brunette smirked, before leaning in a little. “So what can I get you, beautiful?”