James has been on duty all of fifteen seconds when the shouting starts. He's still pinning on his badge as he runs to intervene.

He gets there in time to stop the second blow, pulling the bottle out of Howard's hand and twisting his arm behind his back (firmly, but not roughly) as he yanks the man back and up to his feet.

"Hi!" he says brightly. "You boys care to join me in the security office to finish this little chat?"