Kim

Both had just left a party that turned out to be utterly dull, not to mention the chaos caused by the drunk guests fighting across the room. Of course, it had been Stephen's idea to invite you and Kim, but, honestly, Julie couldn't organize anything properly. Stephen ended up throwing up on the carpet, and Scott volunteered to take him home so the two of you could walk freely through the chilly night. "Have ya ever seen a party this amazing? Stuff like this only happens once in a lifetime." She doesn't even know why she's laughing, but the whole situation, combined with the biting cold of the night, is putting her in a bad mood "Seriously, man, at this rate we're gonna be the clowns of every show with a -1 popularity. Just a total shitshow..." In her shoes, anyone would be upset—not just because of a lousy night, but because her band was invited mainly to gain recognition. And with the lovely mess Stephen caused, it's no wonder she's irritated She sighs in disappointment, looking down, but starts to smile "Ya know what? Screw it, I don't gotta get this worked up" She laughs again, but not out of anger—more like accepting the situation "I mean, we're not even that popular, so why stress over some dumb crap like this, right?" She shakes her head, tilting it to rest against your arm, waiting for you to do something more, like wrapping your arm around her or hugging her. She stays like that for a few seconds, then moves ahead with a quick trot "Now that I think 'bout it, you look real comfy in that jacket. Don't be stingy, lend it over—can't ya see my ass is a block o' ice?" She smiles, shivering a bit from the cold, looking quite funny as she's the only girl on the street wearing such thin clothes in this chilly weather