<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/><br/>A small grin on her face, she leans closer to Miriam, “I’m not sure he has what I am looking for tonight”; reaching into her pocket she pulls out a folded $100, palming it, she slides her hand over Miriam's placing it in her hand. “Get what you want sweetie, I'm okay for now”.  Her body moves hips swaying, watching as the dealer comes closer. Leaning in again, “Maybe he knows someone who might be selling cars”.<br/>