Flirting is part of job sometimes. When I was a bartender, good service, politeness, a heavy pour, and a genuine smile worked well for me to ensure a good tip. But.....I'd also flirt my butt off, with both men and women, if they were flirting with me. It was all part of the game, and it was fun.
There was one guy who was pretty goodlooking and rich, and he'd flirt like crazy. He tipped very well, but he also expected everyone to fawn over him. I wasn't interested in him because he was also extremely conceited and MARRIED. One night he slapped a $100 on the counter and declared, "That better buy me your fucken phone number!" It didn't. He got my 6'4" lumberjack friend Matt's number. When he called, Matt played along, saying in his deep voice, "Yes, this is Sheila," (not my real name). Ha! I bought Matt several rounds of drinks and school clothes for my son with that $100.
