He throws his hands up in surrender.
"Whoah, hey! Chill, I'm just coming over to make sure shit's okay."
It's his first shift tending bar here, in this town full of werewolves and, apparently, if what Theo's told him, vampires and witches too, apparently. In fact, Raf still hasn't figured out if he's mad that all his memories of that party's crazy shit were stolen right out of his brain when they'd left.
"You gotta bail, guy." He says to the other man, flipping his polishing rag over his shoulder, shaking his head, and thumbing towards the door. "You know that kinda shit doesn't fly here."
The bouncer has found his way here by now and starts the arduous process of hauling the guy out, and Raf looks to Bowie. "You okay? Need me to call anybody? Sorry, I try to keep an eye out for people like that."