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[alicelillianshaw]

Alice sort of already knew that— that Jack liked to live dangerously. Everything he'd said, everything she'd seen had pointed to someone who was impulsive. Intense.

And that was just fine with her.

'Whatever you throw my way, I can take it. I'm a big boy'

If Jack was so intent on being extorted, who was Alice to deny him this? What right did she have?

It doesn't help her neck is warm, and Jack just looks so eager for whatever Alice is going to say.

"He's a big boy," she says with a smirk, nodding as if to herself.

Man. She'd better not waste this.

"I volunteer at an apple doll muesum. Once a month." She stares evenly at Jack, as if daring him to interject. "If you don't know what those are, they're shriveled apples that are carved and painted to be tiny little doll faces. And they're attached to a tiny doll body. Old people love this shit, and I think it's interesting, it's usually like historical figures— we have a Betsy Ross in the collection, and a Benjamin Franklin, stuff like that."

"Anyways. There's a fundraiser there next month, and if I go to this Yankees game, you are gonna help me check people in. All eight hours. You have to sit next to me and help fund-raise for the apple doll muesum, and you also have to post about it on one of your accounts to help drive ticket sales."

There.

Alice stares at Jack, unblinking. And then she grins.

Apple dolls— fuck.

"I actually don't do any of that."

A huff of laughter escapes her, as if pleased with her stupid joke.

"I really wanted to fuck with you. You actually have to go dancing with me one night, at this place called Pianos. It's really fun."

That's what Alice wanted to do, with the considerable power Jack offered her— she wanted to drink with him, dance next to the strumming keys of live pianos, in a black dress. She'd go to a dozen Yankees games to make it happen, but it only really seems to require one.

Honestly?

She'd go to every home game this season if it meant she got to leverage more time with Jack. She'd go to every home game this season if she didn't get to. That's how scary it felt, the idea of not seeing Jack. Not being at the end of one of his beautiful, all-encompassing grins.

"I said I would go anyway, and here you are telling me how I should extort the situation…"

Well. It’s what Jack would’ve done, unfortunately. Or at least, he would’ve made a fuss about it, tried to negotiate with Alice, but he would’ve done whatever she asked anyway.

Jack was always doing stuff like that. Negotiating himself out of punishments as a kid, out of sticky situations with his staff. He had a skill for it, truly.

If anyone was going to extort Jack, he wanted it to be Alice. It was the first time that Jack had really considered that maybe Alice was playing a game here. Maybe she didn’t really care for him at all, and by the end of the week, she’d have a salacious article to post. And yes, Jack would’ve felt betrayed, but … he would’ve let it happen. Fuck.

Was he really this down bad for Alice already?

Damn. She was very right. This was dangerous for him.

“Yeah, well, I like to live life a little dangerously.”

Hah. Yeah, the whole world could tell. Specifically, the one million people who had seen his arrest on Youtube.

Alice could, essentially, ask Jack to ruin his life all over again, and he wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to say no to her.

Jack waited patiently, kicked his feet against the water slowly.

“Whatever you throw my way, I can take it. I'm a big boy."