Chapter 2
My Angel Put the Devil in Me
Alonso Frame removed his peaked cap and sat staring at his drink. He liked the Zaggit Zagoo Bar. Their sundowner always had the right amount of rum and they played songs from Earth, his favourite. For a level 5 planet, Earth certainly had surprisingly advanced music.
My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me.
"So, Alonso," said the man next to him, "goin' my way?"
You lured me in with your cold grey eyes.
Alonso turned, his brow frowning inquisitively. "How do you know my name?" he asked. He began checking the man out, subtly.
"I'm kinda psychic," the man chuckled and flashed his perfect teeth.
Your simple smile and your bewitching lies.
"Really?" asked Alonso, unsure whether this charming man was being truthful or had a most elaborate pick-up routine. Either way, he found himself captivated.
"Yeah," the man nodded, still grinning.
You put the Devil in me…
Within a few seconds, Alonso had decided. He liked this man. "Know what I'm thinking right now?" he asked, playing along.
"Oh yeah," the man replied, laughed and downed his brandy.
Alonso smiled and finished his sundowner, too. "By the way," he said, "I'm not psychic."
"Captain Jack Harkness," the man introduced himself, extending his hand.
Alonso shook it. "Pleased to meet y-" Before he could realise what was going on, Jack had pulled him into a passionate kiss. Things were moving faster than he had expected, but he did not mind. Jack was a good kisser. Alonso closed his eyes and let himself melt into the embrace.
You put the Devil in me…
Suddenly, Jack broke the kiss. "Look out!" he shouted and pushed Alonso off the bar stool. The scene that followed was chaotic. There was a loud gunshot and all the patrons of the bar were running frantically to the exit. By the time Alonso got back on his feet, Jack had disappeared. He gazed around, confused. The song was still playing, now sounding clearer due to the absence of chatter from the patrons. The whole bar was deserted but for the bartender. Alonso stared at him questioningly.
"That's it," announced the bartender, "I'm never letting a Graske in this place again! Ever!"
My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me.