The door is locked from this side, naturally, but on the second try this doesn't seem to deter Raguel. The door swings open, and instead of a dingy hallway with thumping techno and a sleepy bouncer or two, they're greeted by the familiar warm light of the bar. It's not quiet, exactly, but at least there's no bassline.

"Bingo," he says, grinning, and gestures Crowley inside.