"Look at all this fucking snow," he demanded of her. He was on his knees in it, down in narrow courtyard. It piled high in the center, taller than he was, and sloped down to merely a dusty wisp of frost near the doors. He didn't quite remember his escape, only that he'd made it, and Vedette had caught up with him minutes later.
"Hold on, I've got some mo--"
He double over once again and splashed vomit out into the snow. Another gutful of wine and water. No food anymore. tears streamed out of his eyes and he spat.
"More. Had some more, is what I meant."
He fell onto his side and then stretched out as if to make a snow angel.
"So anyway, Vedette, I'm sorry. No shush I'm sorry and I mean it."