Perhaps it was for the best that Valerie had no idea that Maddy had seen her, or called Brian. While she had headed into the club with good intentions of seeking out the undead she had soon succumbed to alcohol and her priorities had shifted considerably. Yes, she could still protect people, if she so desired. The thing was she didn’t particularly care as she bought another drink and finished it quickly just to turn her attention back to the dance floor.

The blonde didn’t particularly care that people were attempting to chat her up. In all honesty she didn’t realise that was their intentions, but what she did know was that she felt kind of fuzzy. And oddly thirsty. Maybe she should slow down with her consumption but why should she? It wasn’t like she was out of control and she had enough sense to brush off anyone that got to close.

With a heavy sigh she pushed through the crowd and found herself in the middle of the dance floor, moving in time with the music. If anyone joined her she didn’t mind, providing they weren’t feeling her up. The last guy that tried that ended up with broken fingers but the music was so loud nobody had heard his cries as he made his exit. Valerie tuned everyone else out and let the music move through her frame. Nothing else seemed to matter right then.