?Karmic ending?

Bryony's POV

"Y'all should know me well enough bitch better have my money. Please don't call me on my bluff!" I sang swaying my hips and belting out the lyrics.

"Pay me what you owe me!" Chloe finished.

Pressing our asses together with our heads tilted up in the air, a red solo cups in hand.

"Who you think yall frontin on.
...Like bra bra bra!" I continued.

I could feel eyes watching us but honestly I could care less.

"Bitch better have my...bitch better have my"

Gyrating my hips, I went lower and lower. I heard cheers and Chloe clapped me on while I kept singing along.

"Steady wit dem knees baby!" she bellowed before tossing the drink down her throat.

I sipped and opened my legs before holding my drinks up in the air.

Sticking out my middle finger, I smiled, hearing my heart beat pound loudly in my ears.

After the music settled down Chloe and I collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the red and black sectional curved sofa.

"You gon go again later?" She asked and through slitted eyes I giggled and glanced at her.

"Fuck yes I'm finna show up tonight" I said then hiccupped.

She pressed her forehead to mine and giggled.

"Oh bitch we drunk drunk. Imma go look for my white wine so I can dine" she said holding up her index finger and licking it.

I cringed and shoved her away.

"Go on go be nasty else where shit" I mumbled and she got up and grabbed her purse.

"Be good now. Daddy Blane watching."

I scoffed.

"Be fo fucking real right now" I said shoving her away.

She laughed and stumbled her way through the crowd.

There was this beat that came on that immediately had my ass back on the dance floor.

For a few seconds I twerked as the beat flowed through me. Lighting my every nerves as the words started flying from my lips.

Tossing my heels off I went on top of a table and started moving my hips and feet.

Everyone turned to me and someone passed me a mic which I almost  fumbled to the floor.

I hiccupped and stared off in the crowd all quiet and waiting as the beat went on.

My head nodded off as I clutched the mic tighter.

I was still standing, my stomach twisting in nerves.

Eventually I heard whispers and I felt like puking.

For some reason my brain choose this moment to drift off to memories of my mom and I arguing. All the nights I sat with her when pops left her crying. Of the times he would leave for days and come back smelling like cheap cologne.

The nights I cried myself to sleep feeling like the world was coming to an end.

I opened my mouth and started spitting almost whatever made sense.

The lights were almost blinding but I continued, still staggering.

Memories of me and Kenny in the studio. I remembered feeling so alive. Envisioning myself on a huge stage with a screaming crowd.