Clayton's keen lupine senses [b]really[/b] did not like that entrance. Hearing an unknown sound that he could not pinpoint only stirred the wolf within. Even if he had it in check, it still left him feeling jumpy and agitated. 

Standing behind the bar, the modern bikie looking man grit his teeth ready for what ever came next. [i]'Was this that damn phoenix's doing or more antics of those reckless raccoons?'[/i] it didn't matter.

[i]Plop![/i]

With furrowed brows and a mirrored confusion he stared at the obviously dressed red wizard. 
"Barman!? There's no...." he had started to explain, then with a slight grumble and a sigh he grabs a bottle of scotch from the shelf and heavily places it down in front of the new man.

"Scotch" He says in a confirming grumble as he turns back to continue searching the drinks, not before giving the wizard a brief appraising glare.