Lottie takes a cigarette from her packet and gives him it, reluctant to also give him her expensive Zippo lighter. She hopes he has his own. Taking another cigarette, she puts it in her mouth and lights it. "So....Dustyn..." she says, hoping she has the right name. "Do you know any clubs around here?"

Lottie takes a long drag and sighs. She had hoped for a fancy bar but was happy to go anywhere that would serve something strong. "No wine bars?" she says a little whine in her voice. She coughs a little and then shuts her bag again. "So....how did you end up so...happy?"

Lottie nods and then sighs. She remembers being 17. "Getting in" had never been a problem. She had money and model good looks, so no one would refuse to let her into any pub or club. She looks around. "Fine. We have to go somewhere though, I really need a drink now." She listens to him speak and thinks for a second. "Well why are you all.....bleuuuugh...?" she asks, waving her hands around.

Lottie looks at him and nods. "Sure. You don't need to pay me though. I have enough money." She looks away again. Money was never a real motivating factor in anything she did - she simply liked to do things that caused hurt, pain, or inconvenience to other people. She reaches over and ruffles his hair. "Aw you are. Why?"

Lottie nods a little, her mouth curling into a wicked smile as she realises how she can use this to her advantage. She turns to Dustyn as they walk. "Aawwww bunny that's so sad," she says with a little pout. "You're too sweet to be mad at."

Lottie looks up and stops in front of a club and smiles. She looks at Dustyn. "Awww sweetness you aren't bad. You just need a person to help you." She walks over to the security and whispers something to him, before she summons Dustyn. "And that person would be me," she says as the security guy lifts the velvet rope to let them into VIP.

Lottie walks straight to the bar and sits down. It's quiet for a club, with only some pretentious and rich people around. They all look up at Dustyn, surprised at his appearance but all too concerned with their own goings on to say anything. Lottie orders two vodkas and sits at a booth. "Feeling any better?"

Lottie takes a drink and then nods at Dustyn. "Don't worry, frand, we can sort that." She stands up and clears her throat. "Hi everyone! If you would be so kind as to direct your attention to your drinks and table mates....that would be grand!" She yells. "Wouldn't want anyone's wife to get a hold of the VIP list for tonight....would we?" She laughs and sits down. "Sorted. Most of these men are here cheating on their wives. I should know..."

Lottie looks around the room and shrugs. "I've slept with a lot of them." She says it without a hint of regret or shame.

Lottie smirks when he changes the subject. "A few reasons. 1. It's quiet. 2. I like to freak these guys out by messing with their heads. And 3. Well....the staff turn a blind eye to certain things." She laughs softly.