He accepted the bottle from her, lifting it slightly in toast before he took a drink and set it back on the bar. "Not going to happen," he said, leaning forward to snatch up the cap that had come off the bottle. "I was thinking more like when the guests start showing up and we have to do that entertaining thing." He'd never had that kind of job, and with good reason. He liked having minimal contact with clients and working on his own terms.
Eliot rest his heel on the stool rung, arms crossed comfortably on the edge of the bartop. "Do you think people would listen to that kind of warning, knowing what was beyond it?" he asked, spinning the cap idly on the surface of the bar. "I haven't watched it and I don't plan on watching it. It's bad enough that it's there," he answered.