It was slow, that was for sure.  Sam was riding high on a rush from winning so well at the poker table, and now that he was in the company of his compatriots again, he wanted it to continue.  However...<br/><br/>The first  clue was when he saw the Boss ask Izzie for a dance.  There was something between them, and there wasn't any room for Sam in that picture, nor should there have been.  They were a world unto themselves, and that's how it should've been.<br/><br/>Next, Sam caught sight of Mike, and Mike's lady.  They were apparently entangling with each other, and in so doing, becoming even more entranced with each other.  Again, Sam could find no fault with that.  In this world torn apart by war, by towering mobile  suits like the one he piloted, and to catch even a small break, to step across imaginary booundary lines, or better yet, to toss thos lines away...  that was worth it.<br/><br/>Then, the full wieght of things hit Sam like a ton of bricks, as it were.  He didn't belong here, not now, and not ever.  The team had some cohesion, but it wasn't somethin that Sam would ever know.  There was just something missing.<br/><br/>AS he watched the others enjoy themselves, Sam slowly, hopefully wthout being noticed, removed the dotags that hung on his neck.  After dropping them in Samson's glass, he slipped a few bills under the galss, to payfor another round of drinks for the group.  With that done, he turned away from the table and began to walk away.  Just before reaching the door, he turned back and caught one last look at the Boss,before stepping out the door.<br/><br/>"It's been fun, folks."