"Depends on what he's got squirreled away down there," Victor returned with a chuckle. "If the wine's good enough, maybe so." Of course, they'd have to find it first, and if he did end up hiding out and splitting bottles of wine with Fisk someone would probably come looking for them sooner or later. Well, actually, probably no one would come looking for them, focused as everyone else was on the card games, but someone would eventually come looking for more wine and the gig would be up.

There was a time when Victor would have been a little leery about getting caught alone with Fisk. In the aftermath of Fisk's hospital visit where Victor had tended to him, he'd kept a bit of a wide berth at future social events, just in case Fisk had any inclination to make things more awkward than they had to be. Nothing like that had ever happened, though, and it had been long enough that Victor was fairly certain the other man must have forgotten all about it. He'd probably forgotten about it two days later; he certainly hadn't picked up on it. In any case, Victor had stopped worrying about Fisk bringing it up roughly a year ago, and had no qualms about going on a hunting expedition to fine their host's wine cellar now.

"It's a good thing no one's home," Victor said as he opened a door at random, peered inside, and then closed it again. Laundry room. "Don't have to worry about offending anyone peeking in the wrong rooms."

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