"If I am to be Don Quixote Del La Mancha! Then she is by all accounts, Dulcinea, her country El Toboso, a village of La Mancha." Eli jumped on top of the bar and continued his tirade. His voice still filled with an unexplainable joy and exuberance. Prancing up an down the bar like that of a Shakespearean actor. "Her rank must be at least that of a princess, for she is my queen and lady, and her beauty superhuman, since all the impossible and fanciful attributes of beauty which the poets apply to their ladies are verified in her; for her hairs are gold, her forehead Elysian fields, her eyebrows rainbows, her eyes suns, her cheeks roses, her lips coral, her teeth pearls, her neck alabaster, her bosom marble, her hands ivory, her fairness snow, and what modesty conceals from sight such, I think and imagine, as rational reflection can only extol, not compare." He finished kneeling on top of the bar directly in front of Kiera, a gentle hand outstretched and a hardy round of applause that was accompanied by whoops and hollers.
From back of the bar came a shout from an old friend, one that Eli could always rely on for a scathing remark. "What the hell is this? A mad man on the G-d damn bar?" The old friend quickly quipped. Eli being an ever quick minded shouted back "I'm on a mission to civilize!" His tone was playful yet sarcastic. He jumped off the bar and faced his accuser. "How's that working out to you, Eli?" Just as soon as his friend finished his statement, Eli was firing back." Progress is slow, but I’m in it for the long haul." Eli spoke with a stern conviction and playful, child-like grin. This lead a ruckus laughter from the whole bar.
He couldn't tell why he was in need of so much attention. Maybe he was just showing off for Keira. He didn't know or didn't care be only knew that it was time to bail out of this madness.