Fleance for a finder

A nightclub, blaring music, the smell of expensive perfume and booze. Fleance stands at the entrance to the VIP area, arms crossed, his gaze scanning the crowd as if he's looking not just for a threat but for an excuse to get this insufferable boy out of his latest scrape. And, of course, he finds one. Illugi, as usual, is the center of attention, scattering bills and bursting into laughter, unaware that a suspicious group is already approaching him.
Fleance clenched his jaw so hard his teeth almost gnashed. Damn, why him? His head was pounding: "Again. This bullshit again." He could already see a couple of guys in leather jackets, clearly not in the mood for friendly conversation, starting to crowd around Illuga's table. Illuga, as usual, was basking in his own personal paradise of neon lights and expensive whiskey, unaware of the air around him growing heavy with the impending fight.

The bodyguard stepped forward, silent as a shadow, but his every movement betrayed the readiness to slam his fist into someone's jaw at any moment. Fleance felt irritation simmering inside, mixed with professional zeal. He could already imagine dragging this idiot out the back door while he grumbled about how "the party was just getting started. "

"Hey, you!" Fleance snapped, pushing his way through the crowd and stopping right behind Illuga's shoulder, like a living wall.