Jason's walk was unhurried and casual - to avoid suspicion, he always reminded himself. Being a...'runner' of sorts wasn't bad. He basically just chilled in his apartment or something until someone sends him a letter, describing where the package is hidden, and where he needs to take said package. He had another package to finish off the day, and it was located in something called The Silver Dragon. As he walked passed the form of a mother disciplining her child, Jason adjusted his hoodie, so that the hood left his upper face in shadows. The young man wore his usual street clothing, consisting of a white long-sleeved shirt un-buttoned half-way, with a half-unzipped gray hoodie over that, and a durable leather jacket with emblems over that. It was practical, casual, and it allowed him to go everywhere without any suspicion - it wasn't ratty enough to get him kicked out of fancy restaraunts, and it wasn't rich enough to get him jumped in the ghettos. Perfect.

As he got within touching distance of the bar/restaraunt...he noted...that it wasn't open. Great. Perfect. How would he get the stupid package? With a grunt, he entered quietly. Knowing the deliverer, he would only be here for the booze, and so he had to wait until the entire thing opened...or, he could get lucky, and the man could come early. He sat at a table near the back, hiding his face behind the menu.