But don’t fuck with him.
Just like Raymer drops the hammer on unsuspecting short-stacks, he does the same to anyone that comes between what matters to him. Namely, his family and money.
Raymer’s table is near the main media area. His wife was sitting in a chair close by. This random guy, no press badge, no credentials of any kind, struck up a conversation with Raymer’s wife.
"So, you have a daughter?" "How old is she?" "Where’s she at right now?"
Raymer overhears this, stands up, turns around and tells the guy, "Fuck with my daughter and you’re dead."