Talk to me and get my money, okay?

So a new local haunt has re-opened after being closed down for a while. They crossed the street, got rid of the fooseball table and got fancy lighting. It used to be a small micro brewery tavern and now its a chiquer 5 à 7 locale. The tasty beer stayed the same price though which is quite comendable. Anyways, the bartender there in her efforts to seduce our buddy started talking to us very musculated and charming boys. We were three strapping young men from the jovial maritimes in her opinion. Anyways, she chatted with us on and off most of the night and at the end of the night when it was time to settle up I felt uncomfortable. She passed the service line and introduced herself, introduced the chef and would cheers us on drinks. She was nice and not encombersome but I still felt weird, how do I tip her? I feel uncomfortable tipping. She did a good job and was way overworked and she didnt talk to us to get a tip yet the anxiety remained and I overtiped. I hate tipping, it should just be taken off the bill and if they do a bad job you can ask to have it back or something. Damn baristas and waitstaff, send them all to hell for serving me and making me feel bad the whole time.

Maybe a serve yourself bar is what I need to create....