The car pulls up outside, Roger steps out and adjusts his shirt collar. He walks into the Plaza, there's a big flyer saying "Grand ball tonight." He knew this was his oppertunity to take out Morantes. He just needed to blend in.

He heads into the ballroom, people are dancing and gathering all over the place, with Morantes all the way across the room. Roger heads over to the bar.

"Give me a glass of whiskey my good sir."

He chugs the whiskey and ventures out on the dance floor, some lady grabs him and he ends up dancing with her. As the time goes by he's stuck dancing with this lady, not getting an inch closer to Morantes. He thinks to himself "Fuck, how am I gonna get this done with all these witnesses and this lady clinging to me?"

A few hours pass, the music finally stops and some fat guy in a way too small suit takes to the stage, not paying attention to the guy Roger sneaks away from his dance partner and makes his way closer to Morantes. Thinking to himself "This is a tad too easy, I should wait until he goes some where more secluded."

He turns around and wouldn't you know there's the lady again, boy was she clingy. "Listen sugar, I need to step outside for a cigar, just wait right here until I come back."

Roger wanders on out, lighting up a cigar and trying to figure out a way to get his job done quickly so he could go back home or hit up a casino.

A few minutes passes and he's done with his cigar, he decides to say fuck it and wing the entire endeavour. Roger walks back in, heading straight to the dance floor with the lady from earlier. They dance and somehow he finds himself within distance of Morantes. Roger sneakily bumps into them while dancing.

"Sorry about that, let me buy you and your lady a drink."

Morantes follows Roger over to the bar and the bartender pours 4 glasses of champagne, as Morantes looks away Roger pulls out a small flask of ratpoison, slipping some into his champagne without anyone noticing. They walk over to their ladies and Morantes salutes the group, everyone drinks up and go back to dancing.

Roger dances a bit away with his date, a few minutes later Morantes falls to the floor. A bunch of his goons show up trying to help him, as he lays on the floor shaking crazily. Roger kisses his lady and quickly heads out of the hotel, getting into a car parked across the street.

"Take me home buddy."

He sits back and enjoys the ride back home, where he goes in and falls asleep on the couch after a long day.