–––– in conversation with @spcakeasy ; the louvre.
completely sober and inundated with an overconfident sense of bullshittery ( verb. def ; throwing nonsense around like he was perez hilton circa 2005 ), antony was somewhere between telling his fifth completely untrue story of the night –– the elephant one had been a hit –– and wondering whether mcdonalds delivered to the louvre ( maybe ). catching sight of jude, he dragged himself over to them ; his bespoke jacket dragging on the floor right alongside him. “ how much d’you wanna bet at least one person causes a scene tonight? ”
















