Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

2. Burning Sensations

Qimir... Okay. You tried to taste his name on your lips, it felt natural on your tongue, but you couldn't trace it. You tilt your glass over, as you feel the liquid burning up your throat. You did not wanna feed in to his idea of who you were, but an instant regret washed over you when you began to cough of how intense the drink was. This was your first time drinking such foolish drink, and it was going to be your last.

"You okay?" he asked softly, leaning over the table, swallowing the drink so effortlessly.

You nodded, and tried to control the burning sensation. It was a wonder to you how anyone could enjoy a drink like this on a regular basis. You shut your eyes for a second to gather yourself, before you opened them. You noticed his eyes was scanning your body.

"I can't help but notice you've been trying to hide your pleasing waist" His head tilted to the side. His lips curled up to a lure smile.

A sudden warmth washed over your body, that you had never felt before. You looked down at yourself, as you removed your hand letting it rest beside you. You tried to inhale. Your cheeks were burning, was this one of the symptoms of alcohol? What was going on? Why was the feeling... so enticing? Like you craved more? Did you just need to drink more to feel it?

You stopped your train of thought. This was how people lost themselves. You were better than this. You looked up towards the exit. This was your sign to leave. You had promised Master Sol to be back outside by 30 minutes, and it was bicking towards that moment now. You stood up, when Qimir suddenly walked over to your side, sat down, forcing you into your corner. You looked confused up at him. His face was so close to yours, you could even smell him. Few people had dared to walk up this close to you. Normally the lightsaber scared people away before they could even stand within a meters distance. He however, had no fear.

"You don't come from around here, do you?" He asked, still smiling.

"No, I don't" You whispered.

The warm feeling came back to you, and you began to realise it was not the drink making you feel this way. It was the stranger's strong presence. He sat so close, you almost feared he was going to touch you. The fear was not because you believed yourself to be stuck, imprisoned in the corner, you could very easily use the force to get yourself out of the situation, but you feared his touch, because you were afraid you were going to let him touch you. You suddenly heard him laugh, breaking you out of the bubble.

"How did you know what I was?" you asked, the alcohol had began to cloud you're decision making.

"What makes you think you're the first one I've seen?" Qimir asked back.

It was intriguing to watch how Qimir moved with his whole body. His arms were always tucked behind the heavy fabrics, only his head could truly tell a story of who he was. You lifted your chin. Qimir had been asking you a lot of questions, but none of true value. It was time to live this low-life of a man.

"I need to go," You said standing up again, but Qimir didn't move. You could sense he would prefer to spend the night here. You sighed. Your eyes fell down on him, as you lend your hand out, softly pushing him out of the seat using the force. You immediately began to walk away from the scene, when again Qimir shouted something that made you turn your head.

"You and your friends are not looking for anyone here," He shouted.

This man was going on your nerves. You stood still, waiting for him to continue the conversation. He shouldn't have known about you and your 'friends'. You could hear his steps toward you, stopping just a meter away from you.

"Here in this brothel you will find no one of your interest, these people are my regular customers. you are looking for the Dathomirians," He said.

Dathomirians, here? This was far out from their home planet, but they could be a lead. It was myths about how the Dathomirians had a connection to the force. This you had been learning about in the Jedi Temple, but no one knew how their connection worked, it was simply stated to be different than how the Jedi used it. You were still not giving him the satisfaction of turning around.

"I work as a supplier, a group of Dathomirians, calling themselves the brotherhood came by, they were seeking a light key," he said, stepping closer, he must have known he tempted you.

"Why are you first now mentioning this?" You asked, turning around.

His signature smirk appeared on his face.

"Well you never asked," He pointed out.

A light key was a tool commonly used to open and scan holographic maps, meaning that the Dathomirians must be looking after something. More often than not, that something was something bad. The question was if this was the same thing you had been looking for. Still, this was something worth exploring.

"I have copy of what they scanned," Qimir said, straightening up.

You laughed low, this dork seemed to be more of help than what you had originally assumed. You tilted your head, looking him up and down. It was something so comedic about how he held himself. It was even worse the fact that he did not mention his price. Was he trying to make you laugh with his ignorance?

"And what do you get out of this?" You asked resting your hands on your hips.

"I get to see you again"