Eliot will be there; behind the bar, providing all of you miscreant patrons with alcoholic party favors. Please don't ask or attempt to dance on the bar. You are not a small town girl trying to make a name for herself, Coyote Ugly style. He will hurt your feelings, and no one wants that. It's a party. Otherwise, his lips will gladly be of service, and when he isn't putting his skills to use, he'll be pouring drinks down his BFF Lucifer's throat.