by the auction’s pop up bar (he’s classy like that), ft. @earldevon
Auctions, he’d always thought, would’ve been his stomping ground. Dropping absurd sums of money on paintings that only a few people cared about beyond their price tags should’ve come naturally to him. Instead, Tobias found himself drinking too much and missing his ex; he hasn’t watched all of Ex on the Beach to know that’s a disaster.
( It doesn’t help that the majority of the women in attendance he’d either a. already slept with, or b. point-blank refused to. Screw you, Maverick Hearst. )
“You know,” he said, settling his elbows on the counter-top and nursing his glass of whiskey, “I never thought I would miss the ugly paintings at Amalienborg. Or a pint of Amstel." He chuckled and looked down at his glass, "so I hope your night has been more productive than mine?”