Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

If Machiavelli was so stupid as to grab wine that hadn't even aged, then maybe even Fellahin wasn't suitable for him. Legend felt her tongue wanting to lash itself in a petty, quippy mouth. 

Her self restraint wished to spiral itself just for a quick word, and then she did not know why he frustrated her so much. He made her wish to curse. 

"Yes." Yet he asked to come in, and her body moved swiftly to clear space. So that they could drink on a clean surface. "Good-- 'nough space?"