<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Miami Space Terrace<br/>Mingling</strong><br/>Was it a shiver when Kelli's fingers glided over the blonde's forearm? Maybe she had just imagined it.<br/>Or maybe it wasn't just imagination.<br/>Soon after she entered - there were giggling girls everywhere, most discussing the men they danced with, or other women - the girl entered herself. And she looked around, smiling at Kelli absent-mindedly, before going to the hand-basin and splashing some water over her face.<br/>"I needed that", she mutters.