Harmony is a spirited young woman navigating the vibrant yet gritty world of a strip club, where she dances to support her dreams amidst the shadows of her past. Following the mysterious disappearance of the original owner, the club is abruptly take...
Harmony Briseis Osabutey Two Days Later | 01/19/21
Harmony stood before the restaurant's bathroom mirror, her fingers gliding through her long, dark hair with smile curving her lips, then she turned slightly to engage in the conversation with Remedy and Kris.
"Girl, Donny ass act like he was scared of them niggas or something." Kris gossiped, chuckling as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.
"Them niggas came in thea' deep as hell. I'd be scared to, especially cause they had that big boy energy." Remedy stated, giggling while she applied lipgloss on her lips.
"Yeah, that's what's so weird. Donny looked nervous as shit when I went to the office to pay my money. Not to mention, one of the niggas said some foreshadowing shit." Harmony chimed in as she began to twist her hair around her finger.
"What the nigga say?" Kris asked as she turned to look at Harmony, curiosity showcased on her face.
"Enjoy every moment of this club. You neva' know what can change 'round hea'." Harmony repeated the words of Muwop, words that had played in her head the past two days.
"The fuck that's suppose to mean? Ion even wanna know actually." Remedy shook her head, heavily sighing.
Harmony briefly pondered her thoughts, resting her hand on the counter as she leaned. "Do y'all know the nigga with the blonde streaked dreads? Brown skin with tattoos?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
She didn't expect them to know who she referred to considering the lack of adjectives, but that's all she remembered about him.
"Brown skin, tattoos, blonde streaked dreads. King Von?" Remedy questioned, which was more of a statement since she was certain that's who Harmony described.
"I guess. That's not one of the names Kema mentioned when I asked her." Harmony shrugged, stepping back to survey her outfit in the mirror.
The white shirt hugged her frame just right while the edges of her jean skirt also hugged her figure perfectly. The blue heels added a pop of color, perfectly coordinating with her chic blue purse that rested over her shoulder.
"Well, that's another name. King Von. Or you can call his ass by the government. Torah Banks." Remedy confirmed as she finger combed her hair, following behind Kris towards the door, and Harmony followed behind her.
"That name sounds familiar actually. Hmm." Harmony murmured to herself, instantly recognizing the name, just not quite sure why or what memory.
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When Harmony, Remedy, and Kris returned to their table, the waiter approached before he uncorked a bottle of rich, deep red wine. The velvety aroma rushed towards them, teasing their senses while he poured servings into their glasses.
