Ronnie had been going about his nightly routine and patrol when all of the sudden his radio crackled. He sighed, expecting it to be another drunk passenger who needed an escort to his or her room, but when he picked it up he promptly received sharp orders to get his butt over to the Cult of Dionysus, where the bar tender had called in a fight.
He blinked, then took off running, being fairly close to the club he hurried in and looked around, double checking to make sure his uniform was in order. What he saw was stunning, a whole bunch of people, including a woman in a wheelchair and.... Naima?
He saw a guy pull back a fist and bolted forward forward, knowing that it would be bad if a full-scale battle started out in the club with him already there. "Security!" he shouted, grabbing the guy's fist from behind and stepping in, turning and flashing the badge on his chest so that they knew he was it, not calling for it. Not as fancy or official as a police badge, maybe, but they'd been told he was as close as they'd get to the cops when they bordered, so he might as well do things by the book. "Everybody freeze!"