Halia kept one eye on Jackson as she continued to serve at the bar. She watched as the woman on his right took her hand off his knee to laugh and placed it back down, slightly above his knee. A moment later, she repeated that action, but this time her hand landed further up his thigh. Meanwhile the woman on his left kept shuffling in closer and closer. Even though he didn't seem interested, she seemed like she had a lot to tell him as she kept whispering in his ear.
Halia frowned.
Slightly distracted, she subconsciously spun the bottle in her hand as she served the next customer. The people at the bar quickly began to cheer.
Halia turned her attention back to the bar and realized what she was doing. She had actually learned some bar tricks a few years ago to perform at her father's birthday. Her family was in the alcohol trade, so it was an appropriate performance for the night.
