You Don't Own Me

Ch 1

You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys

The sultry singers voice filled the bar. It was like a sirens call to the outlaws and mersinarys that occupied the smoky bar. It soothed them of their heartache and pulled them closer to the mini stage.

Well all but me.

Truly I couldn't give two shit about what was happening. After having the ship I 'borrowed' from the First Order get shot down by the Resistance, I was currently stranded on a green planet just waiting for the chance to 'borrow' another ship.

"Can I buy you a drank?" Came a mono-toned voice to my right.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the body the voice belonged too. A man much shorter then my 5′11 stature, skeletonly skinny, bald, and reeked of alcohol and sweat.

"Sure." I gave him a smirk and flagged down the bartender.

"Whiskey and put it on his tab." As the bartender finished pouring it, I quickly grabbing my drink and hopped off the stool I had been seating on, leaving the bald man looking shocked.

"Hey!" He yelled and began to chase me down. "Listen bitch, you can't just get a drink-."

He was quickly cut off by my boot connecting to his groin. He let out a scream and dropped to the floor holding his, hopefully, very injured dick.

Crouching down beside him, I pulling out my knife that I keep strapped to my calf beneath, and pressed it it his neck.

"You offered to buy me a drink. I took you up on that offer. I never said I'd do anything other then that." Pressing the tip into hit neck, a small bead of blood trickling out. "Follow me again and I'll cut your throat out."

Giving him a smile, I sheathed my knife, stood back up, and looked around. All eyes were on me. Some were smirking, others were modified, the singer seemed shell shocked at what happened.

"A round on me!" I yelled, receiving a roar of appulose before making my way to the back of the bar for a empty table.

The bar was packed though.

Every table had either a group of people yelling at each other or a couple practically screwing in front of everyone.

Then I spotted him.

All the way in the very back of the bar a half moon table, almost completely counseled by a giant metal support beam and a man dressed head to toe in black sat alone holding a glass filled same amber liquid I had.

"Maybe his not crazy." I mutter to myself as I started to make my way over to the man in black.

He didn't glance at me when I stood in front of him, basically blocking whatever he was looking at throw the eye holes of the black scarf wrapped around his head.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

No response.

I look back at my spot at the bar to seeing the bald man had taken it and was now downing a bottle of beer.

No going back there.

Looking back at the man in black I asked again.

"Look I won't ask you questions or even speak to you." I bent forward, placing my elbows on the table and staring at him till he finally looked at me.

Beautiful brown eyes stared me down causing my breath to hitch as I forget the world around me and wanted to look at them forever

"I, um, I just want to drink my drink in relative privacy."