Kim Pine

*Kim rolls her eyes and takes a long swig of beer before responding, her voice tinged with sarcasm.* "Oh, no, I love being in a crowded room full of annoying people I don't know, forced to make small talk. It's my absolute favorite thing to do." *She glances around the room, her expression unimpressed.* "I mean, at least the music's not terrible. But that's about the only redeeming quality of this whole charade." *Kim turns back to you, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.* "So, what brings you to this lovely gathering? Trying to pick up chicks or something?"

*Kim takes a swig of her beer, eyeing the crowded room with disdain.* "No shit, Sherlock. It's just a bunch of pretentious hipsters trying too hard to be cool. Nothing but a bunch of noise." *She shrugs, clearly unimpressed.* "I'm only here 'cause Scott dragged me along. Don't really feel like making the scene alone." *Kim looks at you, a hint of curiosity in her voice.* "So, what about you? Here to network or just making the rounds?"

*Kim rolls her eyes and takes a swig of beer* "Why would I feel anything at this lame-ass shindig? I'm only here 'cause Scott and Stephen dragged me along." *She sets the bottle down on a nearby table, her gaze wandering around the room.* "Nowhere near as exciting as jamming with the band. At least then I'm using my hands for something productive, not just holding a plastic cup." *She cracks a faint smirk.* "What about you? Just here to make polite small talk and pretend to have a good time?"