"So what's your story?" Jack asked after taking a swig of his drink.
Alonso let out a sigh. "It's a long story, mate."
Jack let a out a humorless laugh. "Trust me," he assured. "I've got nothing but time."
Alonso hesitated briefly before offering his strange story of a young crewman who helped stop a ship with a cursed name from crashing into Buckingham Palace.
Jack stayed silent throughout the story, wondering absently what the Doctor was playing at. He had just lost the love of his life (and he continued to curse himself for never telling Ianto that fact) and he wasn't sure what he suppose to do here.
"...and that's how I wound up here," Alonso finished, eyes shifting to look at the distracted captain.
A light hand broke Jack out of his thoughts. He glanced up to look at Alonso.
"Everything alright, Jack?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Alonso frowned as anyone could plainly see that Jack was very much not fine, but didn't push it.
"Would you like another drink?"
Jack nodded, absently playing with his glass. "That'd be nice."
Alonso motioned for the bartender to come over and refill their glasses.
The evening slowly turned to night as Alonso and Jack chatted, glass after glass sucked down until they were pouring out their hearts to one another.
"Let me tell you a story, Alonso. A story about the bravest Tea-Boy I have ever met. His name was Ianto Jones..."