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parmmykitty · 4 months

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Bad Beat

Albert Wesker x Reader

Summary: Reader owns an info company (that fronts as a casino) and stole something valuable from Umbrella. Wesker's here to win it back.

The clicking of chips could be heard all over the room. Levers being pulled rang from the front making a deafening roar around him. The chatter around him also drowned out any sounds that had made their way onto the casino floor.

A man in a black suit walked up to intercept him from walking into the high-roller* area. "This area is for V.I.P.s only. Please, show me your pass."

Wesker only looked at him before showing the man his stolen membership pass. Once the guard checked the card and returned it he silently moved aside and let Wesker enter the floor further. The red carpet that covered the floor deafened his steps. The others in this area were dressed to the nines in full suits and expensive dresses while they huddled around the tables and slots.

Wesker walked up to a blackjack table nestled in the corner of the room. The table only had three people playing leaving a few seats open. He put his chips down on the table as he sat down at an empty chair. The dealer was collecting the cards from a dead game* when he finished settling down.

"And what are you doing here?" The voice beside him asked.

The dealer took notice of Wesker and prepared to shuffle the cards.

"Can I not throw my money in the trash like everyone else?" He replied causing the woman beside him to chuckle and finally look at him.

"Sure, but with the chaos that you always bring your deposit* better have been worth it." You said fiddled with her chips as you spoke.

"Do you think of nothing but money?" He leaned forward onto the table.

"Do you think of nothing but yourself?" You countered.

The dealer flipped the top card revealing a 3 of hearts and added it to the bottom of the deck. All four people at the table put a small stack of chips in their circle and the game starts. The dealer dealt a card to everyone at the table then himself. As the dealer made their way through the others seated she turned to face Wesker.

"So, what do you want. You're throwing off my game just sitting here in silence," you said to him.

"I seem to have lost something. I'm sure you know what it is and what I'm talking about. You're the Queen of this castle after all," Wesker said off-handedly as he watched the cards. You waved your hand in front of his face to break his concentration, but he didn't budge.

"Hey! Don't count cards* right in my face!" You yelled as loud as you dared to.

"Why, my dear. I would never," he said still watching the cards.

The dealer finally reached the woman's turn. You tapped her finger down* and was drawn a card. After tapping again you waved your hand* and the dealer moved onto Wesker.

"If your expected value* is even a cent off you're banned, Albert," you pouted.

When Wesker finished being dealt cards the dealer flipped over his own revealing 15. He hit* and then bust* as he put down a face card.

"Looks like you're in the right place at the right time, huh?" You said as almost everyone was given their winnings. "Why don't we take this conversation away from the tables?" You said as she picked up her chips and put them in her purse. Wesker followed your lead and put his own chips in his pocket and followed you to an extravagant elevator.

When the doors closed you turned to him. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for a certain virus sample would you?" You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall.

"I know it was you, Queen. Where is it?" Wesker said.

The elevator opened revealing a surveillance room filled with people sitting in front of a camera. Each camera only had one to two tables each and were high resolution. No cheating would be done at any of them.

"Well I just had to get my hands on it. Who can blame me? I was feeling a little down and decided to go on a shopping spree."

"Saying it was a shopping spree insinuates that you paid. I would call it a burglary."

Finally they got to a large colored glass door and went inside. The room was still rather large and mostly included a desk with a small bar attached.

"Call it what you will. Want something to drink?" She asked as she poured a glass of brandy.

"Unlike you I don't live in Sin City*." Wesker took a seat on one of the lavish chairs on the side of the room. "What do you want?"

You sat behind the desk and sipped your drink. "I don't know. What are you willing to give?"

"Personally, I would give you a broken arm, but I was told to offer a certain amount," Wesker supplied.

"Money? What the hell am I going to do with money? I have enough of that shit. It's not fun anymore," you replied almost offended.

He let out a sigh before relenting. "I tried to tell them, but since I don't work directly in NEST at the moment they won't listen to me. So, if you don't want money. What do you want?"

You grinned and opened a drawer to your desk and pulled out a sealed vial that held a strange glowing fluid. "I know that shit is gonna hit the fan soon. Whatever Umbrella is up to I wanna know and I know you're willing to tell me, Albert. You just need a little nudge."

Wesker remained quiet while he thought. While he did plan to turn on Umbrella when the time was right he did not exactly want to help you. You've been a thorn in his side for years now and would continue to be.

"How about we have a little bet," he said. He knew he could simply deny you, but maybe you were rubbing off on him a bit after all these years.

"I'm listening," you leaned forward with a gleam in your eyes.

"Why don't we play a game for it?" He offered.

A wide smile spread across your lips, "You have my attention. Thinking of one in particular?" You asked.

Wesker was silent as he thought over the choices. Most of the popular games he gambled on when the occasion occurred was against the house* leaving only one game left he could think of. "Poker," he said confidently.

"Old reliable, huh? I don't really want to chance it on one game so how about we bet on information too? I'm sure that could spice things up a bit, or are you too chicken?"

Reluctantly he accepted and followed you to a private room attached to the office. The room held a few tables with a poker table sitting in the center. A dealer came into the room pushing a cart that had multiple packs of sealed cards.

As the game started and you both sat on opposite ends of the table you spoke up once again, "no faith in your poker face, Albert? Why not ditch the glasses?"

"Fine. I won't need them anyway to rob you blind." They both made small blind bets* of useless information to start the first round off.

Both players were stone faced as they were dealt two cards facedown. Wesker cupped his hand over his card and lifted the corner enough to see his cards then immediately put the corner back down and folded his hands over them. You also looked at your cards before blankly looking at him. Neither of you showed a single shred of emotion as they acted completely disinterested.

"I'll raise. I'll tell you how I got in NEST," you said as your small raise.

"I call. I'll tell you how I got a V.I.P. membership card to your casino."

With the first round of bets given the flop* was put out by the dealer. Wesker looked carefully at his hand again. The two aces looking back at him were a strong start but wouldn't go far unless another was in the next community cards*. He also wanted this to be over as fast as possible. The longer you gamble the more you lose.

The round went out with nothing particularly interesting happening. Wesker won the hand and would get the information after the game.

As they played more games the cards got colder and colder*. Slowly the edge that Wesker had built was lost round after round.

"This is getting me nowhere," he said frustrated, "I'm all in."

You smiled at him and leaned back in your chair. "Ready to leave so soon? Things were just getting fun."

The hand started and neither of you really cared what cards you had. You both had already bet everything and there was nothing left to wager. As the final showdown* started you both flipped over your cards and looked to see the winner. Wesker's full house was proudly on the table.

"Shit!" You yelled out. You clutched your hair and hunched over the table. In front of you were two queens making three of a kind with the community cards.

Grabbing the vial off the table Wesker stood up. "Don't you see what your degenerate gambling does? Umbrella offered you a guaranteed amount of money and you turned it down. And for what? An hour of adrenaline? Pathetic. I expected much better of you, Queen." He turned to the door. "Be a good girl and email me everything you lost." As he reached for the doorknob he was stopped by you.

"Wait! Didn't anyone ever tell you to never quit on a losing streak? Things are about to turn up for me! You can't leave now!" You grasped his wrist to stop him from leaving.

"I thought we were done here?" He said.

"C'mon you just won it big! That means you're on track to win big twice! It's not like you'll lose anything! Everything you got was already a bonus! You've got nothing to lose!" You were almost frantic to convince him. Your obsession with gambling would truly ruin you.

"And what do you suppose I should do? You've got nothing to wager."

You looked down for a moment then looked him in the eye. "You can't just leave a casino after a big win and not bet it all on red*," you seemed almost reluctant to persuade him. The dealer left the room after being signaled and left the two of you alone.

You pulled a revolver from underneath the poker table and set it down on the felt.

"I've always wanted to play Russian roulette. I know it's a bit overdoing it, but a Queen never loses in her own castle. I can't have you walk out of here with that sample, Albert." You took a seat at the table and offered Wesker a chair.

There was absolutely no reason for Wesker to accept your proposal. Not only had he gotten the virus sample but also an immense amount of information for when he inevitably betrayed Umbrella. However, he was almost possessed when he calmly walked over and checked the gun. Only one bullet was in the chamber leaving the others empty.

Wesker sat down at the table. Your smile returned as he sat. "Alright. One more game, but you'll go first."

In response you rechecked the bullet, spun the cylinder of the gun and brought it up to your head. When you pulled the trigger a blank *click* sounded. You smirked before putting the gun back down and sliding it to him.

Wesker silently picked up the revolver then spun the cylinder. Putting the gun to his head he didn't flinch as he pulled the trigger and a *click* once again let out.

"Your beginners luck is starting to piss me off, Albert." As fast as you could go you picked up the gun, spun and fired. The click once again resounded.

Back and forth you two went. Each audible click the gun let out grew the tension in the air further. You both were starting to sweat from the stress. Absolutely no words were shared between you since the first round and the every breath could be heard in the silence.

As you picked up and spun your eyes widened when you looked down the barrel pointed at your head. "My lucks run out it seems." You almost whispered and tears gathered in your eyes. You pulled the trigger and a loud bang let out in the room. Your body fell forward onto the table and started to stain the green felt a deep red.

Wesker slowly lifted his hand to feel for a pulse and dropped it when he felt none.

"Such a shame, Queen. You can't quit when you're up; you can't quit when you're down. There really was no outcome where you would've won this." He stood up and walked from the room and casually made his way out of the casino. The hustle around the entrance had yet to stop which clashed with his melancholy. While all the other addicts were still down here losing themselves you had already lost everything.

Definitions:

Bad Beat - cards that were expected to win but lost

High-roller - someone who gambles with large bets

Dead game - a finished game

Deposit - putting money into a casino account to play

Count cards - keeping track

Tapping finger - depends on the game but means to hit in blackjack

Wave hand - means to stay in blackjack

Expected value - what a casino expects to make on average players

Hit - get a card

Bust - get a card that puts you over 21

Sin City - an area with many businesses that are considered sins (gambling, alcohol, prostitution...)

Against the house - against the casino

Blind bet - a mandatory bet made before cards are drawn

The flop - the first 3 community cards

Community cards - the cards shared on the table in hold'em

Getting cold - losing more often

Final showdown - where cards are revealed in hold'em

All on red(/black) - where you put all winnings on a color in roulette

Disclaimer:

Please be careful when gambling everyone. It can very easily become an addiction. When you get too deep it is almost impossible to leave a casino. You can't leave when you're winning since you're on a streak; you can't leave when your down since you're due. It's a vicious cycle that is hard to escape.

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