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One down, three to go. The second player looked at his hand for a little longer than was necessary, his eye flashed up to me – he had seen my smile too. He clicked his neck, sat back into his chair and folder his arms. He was another one who was easy to read, he had a decent hand, probably couple better than mine but not good enough to be confident about. The third player was either very very good, or very very bad because he did almost the same as I had, smiled, put his cards down and party sat back to watch everyone else. That was until he bit onto his bottom lip, a subconscious gesture to stop himself from openly grinning – he had something good. First flip, another 6, a Jack and an Ace. Third player almost came in his pants – he was very very bad. My guess was he had either a jack, or the ace but probably not both. The second player didn’t look as confident so when I upped the bet to £20 he started looking very nervous. He looked at his cards again then – for some reason – counted his chips and finally matched my bet. The third player was looking cocky, upping the bet another £10. I matched, so did second. At this point it didn’t matter if I won the hand or not, I wanted to see their tells and I knew I’d be getting it back later. Second flip – another 6, three of a kind for me, not an easy hand to beat. Second player had gone from folding his arms to actively hugging himself. He was in over outdoor his head but didn’t have the heart to back out now after already committing almost a third of his chips. Third wasn’t looking so cocky, that flip didn’t work for him, at least I knew he didn’t have the other 6. I raised another £20, I wanted to see if second would break – he didn’t. He clicked his neck again and called. It was players like him that made the game so lucrative for players like me, it was obvious I had a good hand, or at least not worth the risk if I didn’t yet he refused to fold. Third wasn’t looking quite so smug either, he had one pair by my guess, sex even if it was a jack or an ace. But he also called. Last flip – a 4. Both player flashed the same look at the same time and I saw it immediately. It was the realisation that in a single hand, they had put half of their chips into the pot and knew they were going to lose. I raised another £25, they either back out now or risk going even higher for nothing. Second indian reaching his limit and folded, throwing his cards down in disgust. Stupidly he threw them hard enough to land face up on the table, he had a king and a 9. He was right not to be confident but he played on anyway and now I knew exactly what his tell was. Third – in a massive error in judgement – called, it was that faint hope that maybe I was bluffing. He put his cards down first. Queen and a King - well that’s why he was looking so smug, a royal straight on the first hand if only a 10 had come up. But it hadn’t – he had nothing. I put mine down without a single expression crossing my face, I was like stone. By this time a large crowd had gathered on the platform above, a few other women squeezing onto the booth next to Rachael and Jess, clearly ours was the most exciting game of the three and rapturous cheers went up when my three-of-a-kind was called out by the dealer. “How the hell did he do that?” I heard Rachael ask, a little louder than she intended. “I told you…” replied Jack, “Genius” I went from £100 at the start of the hand to over half of the chips on the table in a single game. The rest of the games went in pretty much the same way, Forth would – disgustingly – pick his nose if he had a bad hand and would not put his cards back onto the table if they were good, as if he were protecting them from the rest of the world. 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