Bo
"Stupid posing guy and his big tiger.."

A rather frustrated brunette muttered under his breath as he kicked a pebble, his Emboar following him and patting his shoulder gently. The boy kicked the pebble as hard as he could which rebounded off of something and hit him in the chest, making him yelp in unexpected pain.

"We're gonna anihilate them next time, right Bo?"

The fire and fighting dual type Pokémon nodded with a grunt, patting the boy's head which made him giggle a little.

"Thanks Bo.."
Terry
So! Barry was invited here so that meant he has his own room, right? Right? He has to check it out because if the place is head to toe with velvet and stuff then shucks, this *Would* Be a snob's paradise! And no, it's not implied that Barry is a snob, he just... Wants to see the luxury! Yeah! Watching his Poketch, he'd be running ahead, not looking where he's going—

And then THUD (his rather signature "Thud") as he bumped into another.. Person? Hopefully it wasn't a pole because that'll be waaay embarrassing than a person—so yeah, Barry crashes! Like really *Really* Hard since he was running as fast as a go-kart! (Not really.) As much as he doesn't like running into things because it just *Slows* Him down, it's Barry's chance to charge them! "Ow! You! Watch we're you're going!" Since he's used to bumping into people and falling back on his butt, his reaction to get back up on his feet is just as fast. "You owe me 1 million Pokédollars!" Barry declares and points a finger to this other guy, just barely grazing his nose. His hand would open up, his palm now showing. "Pay up!"
Bo
Black jolted as he fell backwards, only to be caught by his Emboar which he thanked. Looking at Barry with a scowl, he *S m a c c e d* Their hand away and snickered a little. He couldn't take this guy seriously when they looked like they just came straight from the fruit bowl and took on the rainbow in a match, then lost.

"No way banana head! I know **EXACTLY** Where I'm goin', so clearly this is your fault!"

He stuck his tongue out mischievously at them, snickering as he tried his hardest not to burst out laughing. The fire and fighting dual type Pokémon behind him waved somewhat nervously despite it's big, burly appearance. It gently pat it's trainer's head, wanting them to calm down.
Terry
Oh? This—this guy had the gall to actually smack Barry's hand when the other was clearly in the wrong?! "Banana head? I look nothing like...!" He grabs the ends of his hair and start yanking at it (which might as well proven the point more). "Well you were in the way! Why are you just standing here anyway? This is the entrance, people come and go!" He starts clapping his hands in front of him. "So like, MOVE!" He gets aggressive as he shoved the other. It's because he stuck his tongue out at him! Talk about rude. And he's laughing?! In what situation is this funny? This *Kid* Has a bill on his head so he better pay it! "See, I'll prove it to! You gotta pay!" He niftily pulls out a notepad and pen from his bag and scribble on it. A one... And six zeroes. He slaps the note to the other guy's chest where that rock had hit earlier—
Bo
"You look nothing like a banana that got thrown into the bin because it had anger issues? Yeah, ya do."

Black said snarkily, folding his arms and smirking. This was all a fun game to him and Barry just getting more annoyed only made it better, in his opinion anyway.

"I was walkin' in here when you crashed into me, ya might need glasses. That or an attention span of more than a milisecond."

He then poked the middle of their forehead with a 'boop' noise before wincing when they put the note on where the rock had hit him previously, it still hurt quite a bit but he didn't let it phase him. Looking Barry dead in the eye, he took the note off and held it to the side.

"Bo, y'know what to do."

The Emboar gave a nod and proceeded to burn the note, Black having to wave his hand a bit to make sure the embers didn't spread to his sleeve. It's pretty strange the sheer nerve he has considering he's shorter and probably younger than Barry and could most definitely get picked up by them and thrown but hey, he does what he do.

"I ain't payin nothin, bucko. So hop on over to your fruit bowl and I'll be on my way."
Terry
"Wow you think you're so funny!" Barry retorts. Being called fruit—much less a rotten one, doesn't feel good. But it's nothing Barry can't handle! You can't be the toughest trainer if you can't handle a few name calling. He tries for an insult himself. "Well at least I'm not some kind of grumpy roadblock who thinks he's on top of the world and—and deserves to take up the WHOLE entrance!" He spread his arms to indicate this. "And I probably need glasses so I could *See* That you're just a waste of my time, ha!" He stomps his foot at that. Heck, Barry likes moving his body around to insert more dominance in his words! 

When that paper was burned away, Barry stood with his mouth open. "HEY! That's illegal! You just burned a *Ticket*! You should be under arrest!" This guy really isn't taking him seriously! Yeah, Barry is older, but he doesn't know that. This kid in front of him could also pass out as someone older. At least a year younger than him—16. So Barry did what he thought was appropriate next. He moves forward and holds the other male by the collar of his jacket and once again push his finger to the other one's nose. "You will be paying! And even more for burning your 'ticket!'" At this point, it's just to appear intimidating rather than wanting the boy to fess up the money!