Scout tightened his bow-tie, noticeably uncomfortable. The chef handed him a platter with many wine glasses on it. The chef then placed a platter of cheeses on Raven Holm's back. Raven Holm was just wearing a white collar with a black bow tie on the front, but Scout was wearing a full tuxedo.
"Want to go unnoticed in a party? Join the wait staff!" Raven Holm had said. And, so they did.
As they walked out into the ballroom of the Silver Mansion, Scout started talking out the side of his mouth, "Remind me what this stuff is for? Don't tell me you got me this monkey suit for nothing!"
Raven Holm responded in similar fashion, "It a tux, and might I say you look quite sharp in it. The mark is a Gambler named High Roller. He is a recruiter for the Rebels, but he only works with the rich. This is Silver Mansion, owned by Ms. Silver Stocks. She, as her name would suggest, is very rich, and was so from birth. High Roller is here at the party to convince her to fund the Rebellion. We are here to make sure he never tries again."
Scout offered a glass to a nearby party-goer, then focused his attention back on Raven Holm. "Well, what do they look like?"
Raven Holm made a barely noticeable motion with his head, pointing to Mare standing by a big window, talking to an Middle-aged Man in a three-piece suit. "Ms. Silver is the mare who looks like she is in a black and white picture, Grey coat, Silver mane, Grey eyes, and so on."
He motioned in the other direction, to a pony standing in front of a billiards table (also called a Pool Table.) He had a long Pool stick resting on the table to his right. Around the table were many other participants of many species, everything from Human, to Diamond Dog, even what appeared to be an Human with a Cat face.
Raven Holm offered a Party-goer a cheese wedge, them said to Scout, "High Roller is the pony with the dirty-looking brown coat, with the blonde mane and the green eyes."
"Hey, whats up with you ponies and the who 'Name-Talent' thing? You arent born with ya' talents or pretty marks, right? So how come your names an' sometimes even ya' looks are related?" Scout asked as he swapped a Party-Goer's empty glass for a full glass of wine.
Raven Holm started to reply, then hesitated, and shrugged. Scout took that as an answer. He only had one more full glass on his platter. Raven Holm was cheese-less by then.
"So, how we gonna do this?" Scout asked.
Raven Holm smirked. "As a friend of mine always says, 'Very Carefully.'"
Scout threw him a disgusted look, then slipped the last glass, the empty one, onto a random table, clearing his platter. He used the empty platter to conceal the fact that he was checking the Shortstop he hid under his tux jacket. It was not silenced, but he was more familiar with the shotguns, and it was the smallest one he could find.
"Scout... I feel a plan forming!.."
...
Scout had acquired a new, full platter, was had a cloth under it, concealing his hand. He walked slowly over toward High Roller, who was now standing in front of the large window with Silver Stocks. Raven Holm was standing at the other side of the room, his attention focused on the large glass Chandelier hanging from the ceiling. When Scout was less than five feet from the two important ponies, he cracked his neck. That was Raven Holm's signal.
Raven Holm used his magic, which, as it was not mentioned before, was dark black, like his horn, to throw a small disc at the rope tying the Chandelier to the Ceiling. The Chandelier fell with a great clash, and the Party was thrown into mayhem. Within minutes, the floor was empty, and the room grew quite.
No one was seriously hurt, except for High Roller. The great crash covered up the sound of Scout's Shortstop going off, filling the Traitor's face with metal pellets. By the time the police came to investigate, he was long dead...