Ansley was staring at some shoes, shrugging a little. "I was honestly bored and wanted to get out of my apartment. I always shop. It's no fun buying clothes at your own store." She laughed a little. "So here I am."

"Yeah, it's probably us." She smiles at her. "Aw, that dress was so cute, it's a shame you couldn't get it." Ansley shakes her head then decides to purchase the pair of shoes she found. "Coffee sounds lovely, I'd love to join you."

Ansley looks around. "We can go to my favorite little cafe, they have the best hot coffee ever." She smiles and leads the way. "Are you from here?" She now had two bags, both on the same arm as she held her purse on her other.

Lottie Compton-Blakely gets out of a cab on a busy London street, scowling at some of the people around her. She is dressed in a tight black dress, her hair tied back and her whole demeanour screaming nothing but glamour and drawing lustful looks from the night owls of the capital. She had spent her evening at a fashion magazine launch party in Canary Wharf, enjoying the lavish food and drink among a number of rich and famous people in the fashion world - a bog standard night in the life of the privileged model and blogger. Now, here she was in the centre of the city's financial district, where she was due to meet a friend and go on to a comedy club. Slightly merry on champagne, she walks to the pavement, teetering on a pair of incredibly high stilettos and pulls her phone from her purse just as a small figure stumbles by. He looks dishevelled and unkempt, but Lottie had spent her life hanging onto the rich and famous, and she recognised one when she saw them. Smiling a little mischievously, she makes a call on her phone, her eyes never moving from the staggering Dustyn.

"Lovey it's Lottie. Something's come up and I won't make the club," her incredibly posh English accent muses. "Okay dahling, yah I'll see you another time. Mwah." She hangs up and walks towards Dustyn with a purpose in her stride.

"Hello," she says, trying not to sound as intimidating as she normally does.

Lottie looks down at Dustyn, partly tickled by the way he looks nervous. Even though she knew Dustyn was gay, nothing made her feel better than making a man nervous. Despite her being thin and quite small, the way she carried herself made her quite intimidating. She smirks at Dustyn and goes into her bag, taking out a cigarette, which she then lights and then turns back to him, crouching down a little when he looks down to get into his line of vision. She smiles at him, trying to look far less evil than she felt.

"Hi Dustyn, my name's Lottie," she says with a softer voice, almost as if trying to convince him she is not a danger to him. "You don't remember me? I'm friends with Billy Khan. I was at that party remember." She stands up again and takes a drag of her cigarette. It was all a lie, she had never met any of Weekend, and definitely had never been at a party with them. She crosses her arms as she tries to look patient and understanding - not easy for someone who had been spoiled her whole life by her mega-rich father.

Lottie watches as Dustyn takes a bite of his kebab. She shudders inwardly at the very thought of the food - something that in her mind only poor people eat. But she manages to keep the fake smile plastered on her face as she points to his chin as if to show him where he dropped some sauce. She nods and looks across the street at some people shouting towards her. Shaking her head, she flips them off while Dustyn isn't looking and then smiles at him again, nodding and offering him a tissue.

"Yes. I know Billy. Remember I was at that party?" she says, trying to confuse him.

Lottie has to restrain herself from jumping back when he offers to give her the tissue back. She takes a deep breath and holds her hands up. "No...no no, it's ok sweetheart...you keep it." She smiles a little nervously, as if her plan may be unraveled at any moment. She smiles when Dustyn remembers her and holds her hand out towards him.

"You look like someone who could use a drink," Lottie says to him. "I think you would feel a lot better."

Lottie laughs a little and puts her hand on Dustyn's back reassuringly. She lights another cigarette, sighing as if she's getting tired of having to deal with him, but still intent on getting what she wants.

"Awww, really? Well I think another would make you feel a lot better. That's what they always reccommend to avoid a hangover." She smiles at him.

Lottie shrieks a little as if scared of the "peasant food" as she would call it. When the sauce spills she screams a little and looks mad. "Watch..." she starts to yell, before reigning it in before he notices she's angry. She takes a step away and smiles sweetly. "No...no thank you dahling, I'll pass." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small hip flask. "You can have some of this though....til we get to the pub." She hands the hip flask to Dustyn, watching to see if he'll drink it.

Lottie shudders when Dustyn's kebab sauce mouth touches her hip flask and when the sauce from his hands gets on the outside, vowing to never touch it again. She grins and bears it though, trying not to fly off the handle at him. When he looks at her, she almost feels sorry for him. Almost. She nods and opens her handbag again. "Sure, I do. Do you mean a cigarette, or a cigarette?" She looks at him and waits for his answer.