Title - A Dangerous Game
Chapter title - Game Over
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Action/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own Lock Stock And Two Smoking Barrels in anyway shape or form. I only own my original characters and the plot for this fic. For this chapter I own: Kelly, Dave, Marcus, Michelle and Bobbie.

Summary - Ed's off to another high stakes poker game with the cash he got from the guns. One problem. Kelly won't keep her hands to herself and Ed can't concentrate. When the cash is gone along with the girl, the boys soon realize the game was rigged. Is it wise to go after the cash? Especially with the help of the one who stole it in the first place.

A/n - My first Lock Stock fic. Woohoo! It's an Eddy/Oc fic, because Ed was awesome.
Please read and review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

"No." Soap stared hard at his poker playing friend, hoping he'd realize just how thick he was being.
"Come on, Soap. We can afford it."
"No. Do you not remember what happened last time?" Bacon grimaced from beside him, taking a large gulp of his pint. "We lost. We owed half a mill. We stole some weed, wound up with a flat full of dead bodies and nearly got arrested."
"We won't let that happen this time. We take our money, we play the game and we don't take any loans. We'll be quids in." Ed reasoned.
"Ed...We are already quids in. Those guns fetched a few bob." Tom added in Soap's defense.
"Shut up fat boy, you aren't helping." Ed shot back. Bacon chuckled into his glass.
"Ed. You screw this up and we are fucked. And I mean well and truly fucked. We struck lucky last time and everyone ended up dead."
"You think I don't know that?" Ed sighed and drained the remainders of his drink. "Bacon, what do you think?"
"Me?" Bacon shrugged. "I think if it works, it'd be fantastic. But, I can see what Soap means."
"Tom?" Ed turned to the man in question.
"Well, as sensible as Soap is...I wouldn't mind a bit more dosh. And I mean...With your card talent, we can't really loose can we?"
"As long as he doesn't take another dodgy loan." Bacon added.
"I won't." The three men stared at Soap waiting for his answer. A resounding no or a reluctant yes.
"For christ sake...You make this go tits up and I will make sure you never get near a pair of tits for the rest of your shitty little life, alright?"
"Righty-O." Ed smirked and in celebration, headed to the bar for another round.

"Ready Eddy?" Bacon smiled at his friend as the four of them made their way into the crowded club. Ed shrugged his bag full of cash forwards and hugged it to his chest. They moved toward a guarded door in the far corner of the strobe light lit room.
"We're here for the game." Ed said.
"Name?" Grunted the big boned man stood before the door.
"Eddy."
"And you lot are?"
"His mates."
"Right. You can go in but you stay away from the table during play, alright." The boys nodded and the man pushed the door open and ushered them inside.

The room was dimly lit with a circular table in the centre and a few chairs by the door. On one side of the table was a small bar, on the opposite a large old looking painting. On the far wall was another door. There were five people already inside. Three men and two women.

"Eddy. Nice of you to join us." A man with black slicked back hair nodded in greeting. "Boys, stay in the seats on the edge, alright?" Bacon, Soap and Tom took their seats by the door and engaged themselves in a hushed conversation. "Eddy, this is Michelle. She'll be dealing tonight." A tall brunette woman with a mean mouth nodded to him. "This is Bobbie, he's playing too." Another average looking bloke shook Eddy's hand. "This is Dave and his friend Kelly." Eddy shook Dave, an older looking man's, hand but his eyes were fixed firmly to Kelly. She wasn't looking at him but gazing up at the painting on the the side, Eddy could see her auburn hair that fell in soft waves to the middle of her back, her full lips parted slightly and her slim body that was revealed in her figure hugging outfit. She was wearing a fitted black skirt that stopped just at the bend of her knee, a low cut, black, corset, blouse with a deep red vest beneath and black, suede heels.
"Kelly, come and say hello." Dave called. Kelly turned with a red lipped smile and moved forward. She slipped her small hand with matching red nails into Ed's and gave a gentle shake.
"I'm Ed."
"I heard."
"Er, oh." Ed mumbled, reddening when he heard three sniggers coming from his friends.
"Shall we play?" Michelle called.

Ed, Dave, Kelly, Bobbie and the man who Ed had arranged this game through, Marcus, sat around the table. Ed glanced at Kelly who was sat between him and Dave.
"You playin'?"
"No. Never quite grasped the concept of poker. I'm just supporting Dave and hopefully picking up a few tricks, should I ever need them." Her voice was soft, as though she only spoke when spoken to. She was sat straight, her back in line with the back of her chair and one leg crossed over the other. Her hands were together in her lap as she watched with a child like curiosity as Michelle dealt the cards and explained the rules.
A few minutes into the game and Ed started to feel something against his shin. As he took a glance he saw a heeled foot gently rubbing his leg. With a smug smirk, he continued on with the game. A short while later and a gentle hand appeared, rested on his knee. Ed shuffled a little closer to the attractive woman in his chair, his smirk now refusing to leave his face. With every card dealt, Kelly's hand drifted higher and higher up Ed's leg. And with each move she made that felt so right, he made a move in the card game that was oh so very wrong. Eventually, as her hand was just a few millimeters away from landing on Ed's manhood, he stuck with his hand instead of folding and that was the end of the game.
It took a few seconds for Ed to realize what had happened. The hand on his thigh was gone, along with his money and the game was over.
"Good game, Eddy." Kelly's lip quirked upwards at the corner, but the smile wasn't full. She pulled on a long, black coat, picked up a black studded handbag and followed Dave out of the room.

"Eddy." Soap started. "Please tell me, that what I'm seeing is a hallucination. Some sick and twisted dream."
"We lost." Eddy mumbled. He was still sat in his seat at the table as the other players left.
"Lost." Soap repeated. "What did I fucking say? I said this was a bad idea and I was bloody right wasn't I?"
"Chill out, mate. I mean...If you think about it we're back to how we were before. Before Ed played against Harry and everything."
"True. Still, we did have two hundred and fifty thousand quid from those guns."
As Tom and Soap started to bicker between themselves and Ed sat in a queasy silent trace, Bacon heard a quite beeping from behind him. Turning, a flashing red light, reflecting off one the the glass bottles on the bar, caught his eye. Moving over to it, he soon found a small, hand held camera tucked behind the glasses with a thin black wire leading down behind the bar.
"Hold on a minute." Bacon picked up the camera and found the display reading 'tape full'. He rewound the tape and played for a few minutes.. "Fuckin' hell."
"What?" Frowned Tom.
"This game was rigged."
"Eh?" Ed spun around in his seat.
"This camera can see your cards Ed. Not to mention where that girly's hand was." Bacon placed the camera back on the bar and glanced around the room. "Question is, how was, whoever it was, getting the info?"
"Who won?" Asked Soap.
"Um...Dave I think."
Soap moved over to Bacon who pointed to the wire that had been plugged into the camera. Soap followed it where it came out from behind the bar at the bottom of the skirting boards. It went round the edge of the room until it disappeared underneath the door. Inside that room was a small TV monitor on top of a large desk and a microphone.
"So some prick was in here giving him my cards?" Ed eyes were wide and his nose flared. "So I didn't actually loose by my fault."
"No." Tom rubbed his temples in distress. "I want my fuckin' money back."
"What was Dave's full name?" Soap asked.
Ed shrugged. "Dunno. Just Dave..." He remembered with a small smile the hand on his leg. "Kelly."
"Eh?"
"The girl. Kelly. She was with him."
"So?"
"So, I wouldn't forget a woman like that. She'd be easier to find, I reckon."
"Find? Oh for god sake!" Soap grumbled. "This is gonna be another bloody re-run of the last poker game cock-up, isn't it?"
"Not necessarily." Tom answered. "We find this Kelly girl, we find Dave and our money. Just a quick in and out job."
"Quick in and out job?" Soap repeated. "Anyone would think you were nipping to the shop for milk!"
"Chill out." Bacon sighed. "We get lookin' as soon as for this girl, OK?" The boys nodded. "Oh and Ed..."
"Mm?"
"No more poker."

A/n - Kelly's outfit. Just take out the spaces.
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