One thing that Eliot appreciated about Jenny was that she always sat the hot guys in his section. He walked over and pulled his dapper little notepad out of the pocket on his apron and smiled at the guy. "Hi," he said. "I'm Eliot. Can I get your drink order? Though I should warn you that after I bring it to you you're going to have to wait a click because I'm up next." He nodded up to the girl singing the last lines of "Memory" while standing on the bar.