#post plot drop ok

location: diana’s apartment

It was impossible to deny the minor victory that the Bratva now held over the Syndicate, though, they certainly wouldn’t make such a display of celebration as their enemies did, the feeling was easily felt among them. Jack’s usual smug demeanor near palpable until she’d come to the closed quarters of one of her closest friends. Perhaps, the only one who knew every dark, gritty detail of her life while so many others were only given a glimpse of singular facets. Draped across one of the chairs in Diana’s living room, the bottle of vodka held precariously between her fingers as she lifted it to take a mouthful before offering it to the blonde, “Never have I ever, seen a ghost.”