[Perhaps not utterly... but rather ducked down behind the counter with Rafael to perform a quick change. Emphasis on quick, as he utilizes his second bursts of superspeed to get changed into work clothes. He smirks at the bartender.]

You sure do attract interesting company, Rafa.

[He quickly vaults over the counter, fully dressed in his work clothes, to address the assholes ruining leather night.]

The bouncer just told you there was a dress code. No reason to trash the place just because you can't listen to simple instructions.