Brandon
It didn't take long for Allister and Leon to book it from Amelia's room, down the hall and out of the secret passage that had been discovered earlier that evening. They both silently agreed to skip past the Library, in case the people (probably) following them were still looking. Since that room was a no go, they looked for another empty place, with Allister at one point suggesting they hide in the kitchen. But eventually, they stumbled into the game room, and it seemed empty enough. The boy hadn't actually been in here yet, despite all the time he'd spent around the mansion. So he began to look around, noticing what was in the room. A pool table, which seemed obvious, a mini bar, with a fridge full of things Allister probably couldn't drink, and table with different games piled up. Huh... Alright. As he looked through the room, the thing Amelia said to him still stuck in his brain.

*"You two are wanted."* Wanted? As in they were criminals now? That's what that meant, right? So... Does that mean they could go to jail if they get caught? Would they? Would the chairman be okay with one of his gym leaders, and the champion getting arrested on some rich fangirl's island?
Allister shook his head trying not to think about it.

"W-what do we do?" He asked, turning to look at Leon, who knew what he meant. He leaned on the pool table, tapping his foot on the floor to try and calm himself. Do they just... Sit here? And try to take their minds off of it. Allister shrugged. It was getting really late... Maybe the people would leave them alone for the night? But the had to sleep eventually, and Leon said earlier that he didn't want to wake up surrounded.

Trying to take his mind off of it, Allister reached over for one of the balls from the pool table and began to roll it in his hands. He couldn't actually play, but he needed something to distract himself with.
Jose
He shakes his head while looking at the ground. Oh yeah. Not only did he leave his cape back with that artificial fireplace, but his cap too, back at that strange room. "I'm not sure. As much fun as it is, if we don't get any sleep, we'll be in trouble in the long run..." Aside from that, the room itself is pretty cozy. The champ feels like he could crash here for the night but it's too out in the open. Lifting his head, he search the walls for a clock. It's pretty late. Almost midnight. Leon throws himself onto a couch and lies there, taking a moment. "Do you have any ideas?" His gives the little boy an exhausted smile. If there's one thing Leon likes, is to have a scheduled bedtime. 

Meanwhile, he thirsty! There's the fridge, right? Maybe some snacks in the cupboard. Sure they had tea before, but Leon wasn't feeling for that before. Maybe a soda? He goes over behind the counter and digs around. Huh. This one looks like a soda. It was in a can. He grabs two and goes over to Allister, handing it to him. "For now, let's at least keep our energy up there." Leon opens the can and relocates himself yet again at a shelf, where ~~bored~~ board games are sorted. The Galarian man reaches for a cue stick instead. He's not planning on playing billiards, but holding the stick in his hand makes him feel so sophisticated. He chugs the "Soda". "Let's play a game!" Any game actually.
Brandon
"W-we can hide in my room?" He suggested, with a little shrug. Since people would probably check Leon's first, plus he knew from earlier that week that his room faced the front gate, should they need to run for it. He wasn't tired, already getting his late night boost of energy, or maybe it was the adrenaline. But when Leon offered him the drink, he accepted it. Soda wasn't really his thing, being a tea loving Galarian, but he was thirsty. And not in the mood to drink Empress. Opening it, Allister took a gulp, tasting what seemed to be cherry soda. Yum. "Mmm-" He looked up, trying to think about the flavor... *'Bitter...'* He thought... *'But aren't most fancy drinks like that? I think they are!'* And so, the boy concluded that it was safe to drink, and chugged it.



"H-hey Leon?" Allister asked, finishing off the rest of the can. He crushed the can in his bare hands, and kicked it off to the side, before spinning around. He was smiling with a glittery glow on his face, oh, that was his eyes, and he looked so happy! Which Leon would definitely be able to see, since he may or may not have yeeted his mask along with the can.

"W-wanna play... Truth or dare?" He asked, shrugging way to much to be considered Allister anymore. He giggled a bit, letting the jitters out. "Heh, y-you wan'ed to play a game. Truth or dare!?"
Oh boy...
Jose
Leon really is a lightweight, but not a heavyweight either. Is there a word for neutral-weight? Allister seems to be acting different but it's not like Leon sees how the little boy is at night. Maybe it's like a switch when it turns midnight! He wouldn't know what the ghost-type gym leader do since they never hung out *This* Late. As for the taste of the soda, it's quite good! He went to get a few more—even for Allister. "Truth or dare? I never really got to play games like that," He admits. "There were times when all the gym leaders got together and Raihan would call everyone in for a game, but... It's not like he was ever invited. Being singled out as a champion and all. So this would be a nice chance! He opens his "Soda" Can and chugs more. 

The kid really is gleeful, isn't he? His eyes are glowing, he's smiling—wait does he usually smile like that? It was hard to see when he has his mask on, which is also thrown. "Whoa there, Allister. Are you alright?" He sits the kid down on the sofa. Being with ghosts and all, it figures if he's more enthusiastic at night. It's a bit strange to see on the little boy, though. Except, Allister is right. Leon did say a game so he might as well keep them both entertained. "Yeah, sure! Truth or dare?" He sits down next to him and drinks down his second can. Is it just him, or is this making him thirsty every time. How much sodium is in each can anyway?
Brandon
"H-heeeey!" Allister complains, as he was picked up and sat down on the sofa. He mumbled something about his dad- *"Leeee, don' be l-like my dad, he's no good nd..."* Before settling down and making himself comfortable on the couch. Wow, whatever was in this drink sure did wonders for his anxiety, even if it tasted bitter...
"G-gimme some more!" He called, holding out his hand to receive a can. He cracked it open, this time enjoying the taste of a bitter grapefruit flavor. He drank this one more slowly, while he decided what to answer Leon's question with.

"Hmmmm..." Now, usually in these games, Allister would have either been left out entirely (which he didn't really mind) or he would just say truth. And even when he *Did* Say truth, he would sometimes back out. Look, the games got horney sometimes, so it was a good thing the boy wasn't part of all of them, alright.
"D-dare?" Oh nooooo. What was he thinking? *'Aghahaha, but dare is always the most fun, is it not'* Allister's loopy subconscious told him. He took another sip of the "Soda" Before sitting up with a grin.
Jose
He didn't peg the kid for a "Dare" Type, but there's many stuff he's still learning about him. A smile would also creep its way to Leon's face and he open his third can. He's starting to get a headache but maybe that's from him getting sleepy. "Alright. I dare you to do a backflip off the billiard table." It's an easy dare. And on top of that, back at the plaza, Allister did fine with jumping around. He was extremely light on his feet but since the boy is modest of his skills, the only way Leon could see those maneuvers again is through a dare. 

He gets up and clear the table of the billiard balls so the kid won't slip. He also took the cushions off the couch as a landing pad. He may not look like it, but Leon actually cares if someone gets hurt or not... Aside from all the head banging Allister received throughout the day. As he set those up, Leon would stumble and he holds his temple. There's something bubbling in his mind and felt slightly dizzy. "Go on!" He waves at Allister and sits back down on the cushion-less couch, letting out a sigh but also watching out for the little boy. He sips his "Soda."