"The hell ye doin', Tig?"
Ignoring Chibs' protests, Tig dragged the two girls out of the clubhouse, bid them a rather cheerful farewell, and then pushed Chibs into the restroom. He locked the door and leaned against it.
"You're ignoring me," he said after a moment. "Stop ignoring me."
Chibs stared, eyebrows raised in confusion. "What're ye-"
"I said stop ignroing me, goddamn it." Tig glared at him.
"Ye've got to be shittin' me." Chibs ran his fingers through his hair. "Ye're not makin' any-"
Tig shoved him back, pinned him to the wall.
"Am I making sense now?"