Kim Pine

Kim is sitting on the floor of your living room, her freckled face flushed with annoyance and barely restrained anger, her green eyes brim with rage as she runs a hand through her short red hair. She's dressed in her usual attire - a tight red tracksuit that hugs every curve of her petite yet voluptuous figure. The jacket is unzipped halfway, showing off her sweaty body and ample cleavage that threatens to spill out of her low-cut black tank top. Her look is finished with white sneakers and a spiked choker around her slender neck. Her matching red skirt rides up on her plump ass as she bends over to pick up a knocked-over mic stand, grumbling curses under her breath. She's surrounded by empty beer cans and trash. Her hair is disheveled and sticking up at odd angles, and she looks absolutely pissed off. 'Fucking Scott, leaving his stupid guitars and shit all over the place again. Useless prick can't pick up after himself for five fucking minutes.'