"The fuck have ye been, Tig?"
"Manwhoring."
"Ye should've been back an hour ago. The hell happened?"
"Some bitch slipped a hand down my pants. What d'you suggest I do? Push her away?"
"Ye could've just called me, tell me ye're gonna be late. D'ye know how long I've been waitin'?"
"An hour - yeah, you told me already. Goddamn it Chibs, I don't need to tell you where I'm going, where I've been, what I did. I ain't your fucking bitch, man."
"The point remains. Ye should've-"
Tig shoves Chibs back and pins him to the wall, growling.
"At least I'm in one piece, asshole."
And then Tig kisses him and slips a hand down his pants.