"Hate to disappoint you, boys, but that's not really how it works here," Sarah told them over her shoulder. "And the supervillains called their place the fucking Stronghold, so I wouldn't throw any stones if I were them."

So yeah, they had off-duty pubs for both heroes and villains in this city.

But they were at the door, now. The doorman looked grumpy, and somehow managed to look even grumpier after Sarah exchanged a few words with him. Still, she managed to convince him Atton and Sparkle were visiting colleagues from Canada and didn't have proper identification because of that, and also that he could shove it if he gave her any more grief about it because look, wanker, she'd been at a retreat all week and had a lot of anger bottled up and waiting for a target.

... So, anyway. The guy sighed and nodded, and Sarah held the door open and nodded them through.

"Go on, then. In you pop."