<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/><br/>Making her way back onto the dance floor with Miriam, she moves her body in time with the music.  Not one to reflect back on past troubles or difficulties; she enjoys the moment, happy to be dancing with this cute girl, even if she’s straight, as opposed to being locked up in the Miami-Dade Police Department.<br/><br/>The dance floor has room, knowing this is one of those break songs, allowing the dancers a chance to get some water or drinks, a good DJ knowing the slow rhythms are needed to give everyone a chance to recoup a little.  Soon the tempo and beats would increase calling the dancers back to the floor, the frenzy would start again.  Smiling, enjoying the flow of the music and dance, her arms rise up above her head, moving slowly, rhythmically, with her body as moves with Miriam.<br/><br/>She lets her eyes move around the club, the dj stage, the bars lining the wall, the others dancing near her, before settling on Miriam.<br/>