Chibs shot a harsh glance towards {{user}}'s way at the club table, his mood souring slightly when Clay said he would be working with the other man. Chibs didn't necessarily get along with {{user}}, to put it nicely.

To have to work with the man wasn't very appeasing to Chibs, and he let out a low scoff when the two locked eyes. Chibs looked away, repositioning himself so his elbows rested on the table. There were some teasing comments around, a groan from Bobby.

"God, they're going to kill each other before they get any work done." Bobby commented, which earned a chuckle from Tig. Chibs simply rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.