Jason Connor
Once everyone was healed up, Jason set out to wander and get a feel for the city's Entertainment District. The restaurants with the trainers and their partners were nice and definitely appealed to Jason for later, but for the time being, he made mental note of the ones that looked more affordable and kept going. Approaching the gym, the aspiring champion simply stood outside and listened to the sounds coming from within and smirked. He wasn't sure he was ready to take on the gym just yet, but he knew that when he felt ready, he'd bring the gym leader back down to earth with his team. Until then, he kept moving. The various gambling dens made sense, as did the arcades and other structures. Overall, as he approached the contest hall, he decided that when the time came to decide if he was staying in Evig or going home to Hoenn, he would probably stay in Evig and get a place here in Starbor.
The Contest Hall wasn't nearly as hard to get into and as he stood and looked over the crowd, the Scraggy waving at him drew his attention. "Huh, that Scraggy...wait, that's Connor's! Then where...?" It took him a few moments to realize that the usually rough and tumble cowboy had traded in the denim for a fancy three-piece suit and when he realized that Jason was looking at him, he desperately tried to pass it off as if they hadn't made any kind of eye contact. Oh no, you don't get off that easily. Jason took his time approaching the cowboy, making sure he thought his ploy had worked before tapping the man on his shoulder, a grin on his face. "Who you tryin' to impress there, cowboy?"