Warriors
Jason'd was in the mood for decent food, and beer that wasn't watered, and someplace that was safe for heroes to come in either guise. That meant Warriors, when you were in New York. He'd called Amelia up, let her know where he was gonna be for the night, and headed for the bar. Maybe he should have called some of his new coworkers...screw it. He sent out a text letting them know. Maybe they'd get enough heroes that the staff could close the bar to the civvies. He left his mask on as he told the hostess he didn't know how many were coming.