Chibs smiles as he pats Tig on the back.
"Go get 'em, brother. They ain't no match for yer prowess."
"Yeah, I know." Tig grins at him, teasing, and shrugs his hand off to adjust his cut and shove a gun into his holster.
Chibs catches him around the wrist, pulls him back and, after a quick glance around, gives him a quick kiss.
"Asshole," Tig growls and shoves him up against the wall. "Make sure you give me more than that when I get home."
"Only if ye come beggin'."
Tig smirks, fingers twisting the front of Chibs' cut.
"We'll see who's gonna be beggin'."