Well this is a damn sight nicer than the last dream, and Eliot is making the most of it. There's dancing, there's good food, and this time he's wearing something that doesn't need to be taken out back and burned shot. And oh look, a bar!

Eliot saunters up and sits on a stool, taking in the sight of all the glorious fancy bottles. "So!" he says brightly, catching the bartender's attention, "What's good around here?"