At least she could be assured that her outfit had the intended effect she had been looking for, by the way the bartender's eyes had dropped for a second to be lost in the valley between her breasts. The brunette had smiled and ordered her drink with ease, accepting the attention, but not fretting over it. Leaning slightly on the bar only hastened her drink's arrival, and she thanked the man before turning around with the glass (the drink merrily called 'A Piece of Ass') in her hand.
"No, we have not," Az agreed, taking the other woman's hand after she held it out. "Hello, I'm Az." Her handshake was politely firm, but neither weak nor overly tight. Practiced.