<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/><br/>The Line, just now starting to form, its early still, early for club goers, the real crowd she knows will pack this place by 2AM. Walking confidently to the VIP Line, she doesn't have to wait long to get in, pretty girls always get in, and those unaccompanied, ease though faster.  After tipping the doorman at $20, she steps into the club looking over the crowd as her eyes adjust to interior and music bounces off her body.<br/><br/>Smiling at the cute girl, still too early, she hasn't even had a dance yet, she makes her way over to the bar ordering a beer.  Not one of those fancy micro brews, or frilly drinks everyone try's to impress one another with. Just a cold bottle of Coors.  Taking a long drink, the ice cold goodness sliding down her throat, she eyes the dance floor.<br/><br/>Some people run, others swim or lift weights.  Kelli, she dances, its one of her true passions and exercise all rolled into one.  In another life or world she might like to own her own club. One day maybe.  Making her way out to the center of the dance floor; the energy more intense here as the lights spin wildly around, the music reverberates, and dancers practice long rehearsed moves.  She just dances, not trying to impress anyone, she lets her body move with music, grinding her body inches from one dancer, then another, she loses herself in the music.<br/><br/>She knows she wont be leaving alone tonight, with who she cant say yet, she just knows it wont be alone. For now she lets the music fill her as she moves with the beats.<br/>