Valerie didn't turn to watch the duo leave. To do so, to show such obvious interest would be like revealing a tell in a game of poker. So Valerie turned away from them, her back to their backs, though she did move to the side of the dance floor so as to not bother the people in the middle of their crazed routines. She planted her palms on the railing, curling her fingers around them and stared downwards towards the bar area, like some kind of guardian. Valerie stayed in her pose for a good five minutes, rolling her eyes at the change in music to something even more loud, annoying, and badly mixed. The reason for waiting was to ensure that Amelia and Brian had left. Giving a quick look around the dance area, Valerie headed back downstairs to the bar, scanning around all the while. 

A bartender spotted Valerie and approached her, babbling on about the lingering tab and nonsense about a five hundred dollar bottle. "If you want to keep your job, you're going to comp the Cristal," Valerie said matter-of-factly, her voice just loud enough to be heard and to be taken seriously. "And if you have a problem with that, tell your boss to take it up with an Amelia Smith." Without giving the bartender time to respond, Valerie continued towards the exit, pushing past the crowd as she left the building. 

"Nicky," Valerie was in her car and immediately pulled a phone from the glove compartment. "I want you to run a phone number for me. Make sure it's legitimate. No, you don't need to know who the number belongs to. No, it's not going to be another Elizabeth situation. Because this one is still breathing for one. Look, just run the number and stop asking questions. You don't want me to get a new Nicky." 

Valerie hung up the phone, started the engine, and drove off down the streets. It had been an okay night afterall.