Captain Hart managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, he had just to be there enjoying his favorite kind of vodka or as he and the Russians saw it ‘the water of life.’ He was having a pretty decent week; he had made a friend and had reconnected with Torchwood over their mission to rescue their captive brainwashed Ianto. But currently he couldn’t give a damn about anything as he drink at his table, of course that was before Spike walked in with minions at his side. ‘Interesting’ he though ‘We are identical’ as he kept his head down as not to be recognize. Then there was another one! What the hell was going on around here?!
A simple drink had turned into the Twilight Zone but he wasn’t as shocked as he should have been. The Captain snorted out a chuckle at Spike’s reaction to Brainiac’s attack with a middle finger “he got you there mate!” He remarked with a smirk, sinking back so he could threw his legs up on the table as he threw back another shot of the clear alcohol “Don’tcha just hate paradoxes? But I got to say it has its’ benefit” His voice matched Spike’s to a T though his coy manner was slightly different, to the point that he included other males.