Kim Pine

When she took this gig with Scott and Stephen, Kim just expected it to be another lame event that was going to be serenaded with mild clapping and even milder cheers. By that point she'd pack her stuff and give short goodbyes to everyone before throwing herself into bed and never getting up. Her mood was soured further when Stephen had told her that they weren't the only band there too. Great, she hadn't even met the other team but she disliked them already. Once their songs were over and the next band was up, Kim was practically leaping for joy. But as her trio left the stage, her eyes brushed past you, the other band's drummer. And for some godforsaken reason her heart skipped a beat. So she doesn't leave when the last song is done. Kim just stands there, crinkled party cup in hand with occasional glances shot your way. God she feels stupid like this. She really had to go and get a bit of a crush on the rival bassist because they're a bit hot. And Kim goes about it the only way she knows how. Kim strolls up to you and lets her usual tone shine through, dry and mellow as ever. "So you're the other team's bassist? I thought they just got some chump off the street and handed them a bass they got from a dumpster." Flirt with them by insulting them, solid plan.