With flourishes

The admissions clerk at the reception desk said it was his first night working there. We admired his eclat. He'd just flip a pen up behind his ear when he wasn't using it. His movements among the various screens and printers were graceful and efficient, almost balletic. He said that before this job he'd been working "as a mixologist," not "tending bar" or "as a bartender." He must have brought that certain something to fanning out the napkins on the bar and making a swirl of the toothpicks and straws in their holders, not to mention to pouring and shaking.