Johnny
Leon was about to step forward to stop Allister since it looked like he was about to leave—and not the game itself either! It was as if he wanted to leave *The place* Entirely! Good thing that wasn't the case since the boy was just looking a ball more to his fitting. Everyone's strength is different, so at least he's able to lift it this time! Leon starts hooting and hollering. "Make it like you're getting on the pitch for a battle!" When *He* Thinks about, Leon is even more excited. He can't wait for his own turn!

Watching Allister prepare himself, also counting down—this was it! This was where Allister was going to hit down those pins! Then, the yelp from the boy also startled Leon. Next thing he saw was the bowling ball flying and the champ almost wanted to dive for it to prevent it from hitting and hurting anyone. But the thing caught itself into the gutter!

... Of another lane. Leon is silent as he watch it roll slowly down. That—that would mean it would count as gutter ball for the other people if it reached where the pins are! That—Leon couldn't hold it. He *Laughed!* That kind of thing was too hilarious for him and his whole body was shaking with giggles "You—just keep trying, Allister! It... I-it's a fun game!" It really felt good to be on ease with the ghost-type gym leader despite the other being cranky. This moment in his eyes are of childhood youth and no care in the world.

"Watch. Watch," Leon told Allister and picked up his right weighted bowling ball from the ball return. "Is your arm okay? You don't have to try so hard to throw it. Some people throw it low to the floor, too." Leon tries to show an example. He positions himself at the lane again, slightly at the left and a small distance from the lane itself and where he stands. His form now is a bit crounched over. Rushing forward just a smidgeon, when Leon is at the edge of the lane, he releases the bowling ball. It went slower than his first throw, but it was still able to hit a STRIKE. 

That would mean it's Allister's try again. "Like that!" He's getting full of himself, as he always does when he's doing something so *Perfectly.* "Got it?"
Carl
"I-it's not funny!" Allister complained, as Leon burst out laughing at his screw up. Red faced and embarrassed, he turned to look at the lane next to them, and there was a man who glared at Allister for making him waste a turn. "Um... S-sorry?" He huffed, and looked away.
*"You—just keep trying, Allister! It... I-it's a fun game!"*
*'No it's not! You only like it cause you keep winning you arrogant fashion disaster!'* Is what he wanted to say. But he didn't have the energy to, and just sighed. "Ye... I g-guess." He purposely didn't look when his friend pointed out the returning ball. It wasn't *That* Cool, Leon. Grow up. Even though, given a better mood, the boy would have been wide eyed and staring with intrigue, but he resisted the urge to enjoy any of it.
"Just bowl-" He said bluntly.

And boy, did Leon bowl. ANOTHER STRIKE? How was that even possible? Allister supposed that Leon *Was* Stronger than him, maybe that helped... Okay, *Now* Was the time for him to actually get somewhere. 
*"Come on Mr. Allister!"* Moon cheered. *"You can do it!!!"*
He walked over to grab his ball, hoping this time it would work. How did Leon do it? He just lined up and. *'One, and two, and THREE!'*
"OW!" Allister yelped. He'd thrown more with his wrist this time, but the pain in his arm still ruined his throw. The ball got flung off to the side again, and oh look! It's in the gutter. Ugh, At least it's in their lane...
"Ugh..." It's fine, it's fine. He would just get another turn. He waited for his ball to return, and picked it up. But surprise surprise, he dropped in, and the damn thing landed with another loud thud... Oh his foot!
"W-why... You... Hahaha..." Allister laughed a bit, picking up the ball. He turned to Leon, and his eyes were glowing.
*"Get back-"* Moon advised, pulling the Champion to sit at the table next them.
"AGHH!" Allister screamed, throwing the ball into the air. He jumped after it, spun, and kicked it so hard, it went flying across the room.

In the corner of the bowling alley, a worker was just finishing up an order. "Fries for- HOLY SHIT!" He screamed, when a fucking bowling ball smashed into the wall next to him. "Whaaa! I don't get paid enough for this," He wined, before fainting.

"Okay, Mr. Allister! Please calm down!" Mood shouted, when the kid went to pick up yet another ball. "I a-am calm!" He insisted, and went to throw it , but she stopped him and threw the ball on the floor. "No... You really aren't." Allister's Mimikyu guided him back over to sit next to Leon. Hopefully her trainer wasn't in a biting mood...
Johnny
The ball landed in the gutter again and Leon just claps. He's more encouraging than this but when he's able to kick back and ease up with with a close friend, he can be a real jerk. "One more time, yeah!" It's a mystery if he meant either another try for Allister to bowl or for Allister to get another gutter ball. ~~It's honestly entertaining.~~ As he waited for the ball to return, Leon cheered on for his friend again. "Fourth time's the charm!" -only for Allister to drop it on his foot! Yowch! That gotta hurt, and the man got concern. "You okay there, bud—" But those glowing eyes of Allister meant he *Wasn't*. Even the Galar champ is wary of this and he backs away just as Allister's Mimikyu pulled him to a table. 

Even if the bowling ball is seven pounds, Allister choosing to kick such a hard ball could have crushed his little toes! But here he is! Playing it likes it's soccer. Physical flames could be seen enveloping it as it went shooting... Still not the right direction, rather, close to an employee. Leon winced when they fainted with a thud. One thing for sure, if Allister ever wanted to play soccer, he'd be a formidable foe. Sure, Leon was frightened at first, but now he's just so *Amazed!*

"Allister! If you just aimed the right direction, you could've killed those pins!" The whole game is still waiting for Allister's second throw. Maybe...? "Do it again!" Leon got a few more seven pound balls for Allister, his eyes glowing and an excited smile spreading on his face. He points toward the pins with a declaration. "That's one way to improvise! Go for it!" ~~It would've definitely be against the rules but oh well. Leon is a bad influence to Allister, yet he doesn't know.~~
Carl
"W-why... Can't... I...Ughh!" Allister groaned with frustration, seeing just how *Bad* He was at this game. Well, he already knew he was bad at it, but still. It stung. Maybe it was his high expectations of himself. Okay... It was his high expectations of himself. When he really thought about it, the young gym leader wasn't particularly bad at anything he liked. Key word, liked. Singing, dancing, playing violin, and of course training pokemon were all things that just clicked for him. And now this didn't and it made him furious.
"H-how are you so good at this." He asked, sort of offhandedly as he slumped over next to the table. He didn't get an answer, figures, he probably scared the crap out of Leon with that last action. Was Allister too aggressive? He did have a bad history of getting pissed when he lost. Oh sure, he could act all calm for the public, but after losing a gym battle, it wasn't uncommon to see him in the locker room, spiraling further and further down a rabbit hole of self doubt.

*"Do it again!"*
"Huh?" Allister was shocked with what Leon said. Again? After he almost bashed a guy's head in. Well, yeah, he was scarily accurate when it came to kicking things, but was that really a good idea? *"Go for it!"* Well... If it would know down the pins. And if Leon was okay with it...
Allister stood up and brushed himself off, taking the ball. The weight was immediately much more than he expected, now that he'd gotten over his initial rage. "Ugh... I c-can't do this when 'm not... Y'know."
*"Hey Allister!"* Moon chimed in. *"You know, some people see you as a lazy child who never improves and half asses all his battles."*
...

"They what?" That was just what he *Needed* To hear. "I. AM. **NOT**." Allister shouted, before throwing the ball and pulling off his kick again. The bowling ball went hurdling towards the pins, not even touching the ground with how high up he'd kicked it from. It slammed into the pins, knocking them over, and even smashing a hole in the wall behind them. Through Which the rest of the Boardwalk could be seen.
The screen flashed above him, as a Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander all gathered in a circle and clapped. The word, "Spare."
"I-I'll take it." Allister said. But when he turned to look at the bowling lane, there was kind of a hole in the wall, and the pins hadn't set themselves up yet. Did he break it?
"Um... Leon?"