Chris made his way around the long side of the bar, headed to the corner where he last saw Nikki grinding on a guy from his vantage point above.  Just as he turned the corner around a large column at the corner of the bar, a girl, clearly drunk out of her mind, stumbled into him.  It was all he could do to avoid a dramatic collision as he side stepped her reaching out to prevent her from falling, but spilling half of the drink on the floor and his shirt. Shaking his head in frustration, he quickly reassured she was OK, and did a 180 back to the bar to fetch some napkins.  Blotting his shirt and drying for a a few minutes, it was better his shirt than his pants, he surmised.<br/><br/>He couldn't see his wife from this vantage point, the stupid column in the way, so once he felt the shirt was dry as it was going to get, he picked up the glass, now half full of Nikki's drink and continued around til he spotted her at the edge of the dance floor, with an unknown guy grinding and groping her as they danced in unison.  It wasn't so much as the infiltrated personal space that stopped him dead in his tracks, by a handsome, well built and much younger guy. It was more the erotic, sensual, blissful expressions his wife's eyes and mouth made with every drum bass hit, every roll of her hip.  If sensual dancing was a drug, his wife looked like she was reaching her peak.  He stood in awe for a moment, jealous but in awe.<br/><br/>He snapped out of the daze, and finally approached with a smirk on his face, not saying much, but holding up the drink Nikki had asked for more than a half hour ago.<strong>"Thought you disappeared"</strong>he smiled at Nikki, looking inquisitively over at the guy fondling his gorgeous wife.