Wait at the table.

You sit and enjoy a little rest at the table while Sammi heads to the restroom. While you sip a glass of water, you scan the crowd. You spot Jack and Karen. The two of them seem to be dancing their troubles away very close together. You can't seem to locate Jenna or Eric. You contemplate the possible reasons for why you can't locate them {if Details = 1
} and smile to yourself as the possibilities come to life in your mind. {else
} and you sigh to yourself. The plan is working, you tell yourself. {endif
} After a couple more minutes, Sammi weaves her way back through the crowd. She has a strange look on her face. As she gets closer, you notice that she seems troubled, but she smiles when she sits back down.
"So...what's new with you these days, James? Business is good?" Her speech is a little rushed along.
"What's wrong, Sam?"
Sam bites her lip and looks down. "Nothing."
"Sam..." you take her hand and she looks up at you with a sick look.
"I don't want to be the one to tell you...." her voice is small. "Shoot the messenger, and all that."
"Sam what is it?"
She really looks uncomfortable... "I was...in the bathroom...and Jenna came in. I could hear her voice. She went into the next stall...and... Eric was with her..." she looks at you with fear.
"Oh..." you give a little chuckle. "That's what you're worried about?"
"I'm sorry, James. I'm shocked. I always thought she was a straight shooter..."
"Sam it's okay. Jenna and I... well. We've....come to an arrangement."
"You're getting divorced?"
"Haha....no.... we've just decided that we've been married for a long time, we love each other, neither of us is going anywhere.... but we want to see and taste what else is out there."
"Wow." Sammi looks stunned. "That's...I don't know if I could be okay with that, if I was in your shoes...or hers."
"We're... trying it out..." You smile. "See how it feels."
"And?"
"Don't know yet." You give her a meaningful look. "I haven't had the chance to sample yet..."
Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes widen. Her pupils dilate a little. She looks flushed. "I see."
"So there's no reason to be worried. Jenna can do what she wants...and so can I."
Sammi nods. "I guess so."
You sit for a few more minutes while she processes the information, and then she slides her fingers in between yours on the table.
"Do... you want to dance some more?" She asks.
You smile. You think you've got her. "Not really." you say while looking deep into her eyes.
She grins like the Cheshire cat.