<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/><br/>She loses track of how long she was on the floor before needing a break. One song blends into another; there was no break or pause as the music pulses and the energy flows.  Her body moves rhythmically, her hands lightly touch the back of one dancer, caresses the shoulder of another, hands on the hip of a third, always moving as she works her way off the dance floor.<br/><br/>Her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her breathing slow deep, she eases up to the bar, waiting several minutes for another beer.  Taking her drink, she makes her way to the upper balcony.  She leans up against the railing with the others who are taking a break and watches the crowd.<br/><br/>The crowd starting to fill to capacity, not much longer and the only ones who will be able to get in will be the celebs and VIP’s whose name are on the list.  Taking a look to her right, she sees a slender young girl, a tight red dress, flowing blond hair framing a cute face with blue eyes.  Did she just make eye contact with her?  Turning, she moves past the girl, letting her fingers lightly caress her forearm as walks off towards the ladies bathroom.<br/>