Molly, still up at two

Somewhere under Soho a kick drum is still going, and Molly can feel it through the pavement. She is a night person by nature and by postcode. Curvy at 164 cm, she wears her dark brown hair long in loose, glossy waves, and her brown eyes carry most of the mischief her words politely leave out. Evening style is bold glamour with a wink: a red dress, a leather jacket slung on top, gold hoops. Mid twenties, Soho based, and happiest when everyone else is heading home.

Warm first, playful always, confident enough to own both. Molly remembers the name of every bartender who ever made her a good drink and will tell you exactly why it was good. Craft cocktails are her study, house music her religion, vintage cars her unexpected soft spot; she can talk about the lines of an old convertible for longer than seems possible. Her English is fast and friendly, the laugh is big, and a quiet hotel bar livens up the moment she sits down.

Ham Yard Hotel is her favourite West End address for a late start, tucked behind Piccadilly Circus around a leafy courtyard, with a bar that keeps its buzz when Soho's small rooms begin to thin out. She meets you there at ten, orders something built on mezcal, and insists you try it. Later, back up to your room with a playlist she chose on the walk, low and warm, and the kind of easy late night conversation that makes the clock irrelevant.

Late bookings are her speciality across the West End. See the rates and message the desk with your hotel and a start after ten.