<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/><br/>“You know how it is” giving her a less than innocent smile “it makes it easier to get from here to there if you have car, and I seem to have misplaced mine”.  She moves and dances with the others in her area as she watches Miriam.<br/><br/>Her hands resting on her hips as she leans in with the phone number; her hips move slowly, lightly grinding on her thigh. “thanks babygirl”.  She moves, increasing the tempo of her gyrations matching the beats, repeating the number in her mind several times so she doesn’t forget it.  Strobe lights start to flash and pulse, increasing the tempo, energy building.  She raises her arms in the air clapping her hands together with the rest of dancers mimicking the DJ and his crew on the stage as they start to work the crowd up.<br/><br/>Moving up behind Miriam, she leans forward pressing her lips close to hear ear. “My night is completely free; you have anything special in mind?”  her  eyes close as she drifts with the music,  her head moving back and forth grooving as her hips sway leaning closer again, “don’t let me forget to give you my twitter info in case you want to go for one of those ‘wild rides’ or clubbing this weekend.”<br/>