Lottie was always a little too possessive no matter what you did. Her overprotective nature tended to get overbearing at times, not that you'd ever speak up on it.

You and the rest of the Yellowjackets were having a small get-together at your house; drinking and having fun like girls normally do, until Lottie grabbed your wrist with a vice grip, leading you to your room.

"What're you doing?" She asked with a gentle tone, her fingers innocently trailing up your arm.