It was almost too easy, this whole 'flirting' thing. Valerie was no fool, and in the literal sense she was no idiot - she'd have to be blind to not pick up on Amelia's game, to see that Amelia so cleverly thought that she was the hunter. That Valerie was the hunted. The prey. It was cute. Cute enough to let her go on thinking that. Afterall, it was now Valerie who had the phone number while all Amelia had were memories of the dance and the small satisfaction of knowing that her drinks were getting paid for by someone with money to burn. The both of them were no doubt playing their own little games, but in Valerie's case the game was victorious. From indifference to a phone number in the span of an evening. Valerie always got what she wanted, even if what she wanted didn't want her back. 

Though it was clear now that 'want' was a very broad term. 

Valerie glanced at the business card, resisting the urge to scoff at the plain last name following the un-plain first name. A nurse, was it. Well, Valerie was used to doctors, but nurses had their appeal. Though they tended to have much less steady hands. A blessing and a curse. Valerie gave the business card a flick before slipping it into her dress for safekeeping. "Leaving already?" Valerie motioned her head towards Brian, "Too bad. I was just about to really cut loose." 

Valerie gave a wink, keeping the playful flirtation up even still. Let the two of them leave. She had what she wanted. And she'd even cover their bill. Valerie was feeling generous.