As soon as the snow hit him he was swearing. Oddly quick reaction for a drunk but it happened like this:
Thumpsh--"flogged in fucking public!"
He wheeled around and started shaking his shoulders all around, trying to get the snow to go all the way down his back instead of melting around his neck. Then he tightened his scarf to prevent that from ever happening again, stooped over, and looked for the flask he'd dropped. Pat pat pat he tapped around in the snow for it.
"If you just lost the whiskey I don't think we can remain friends."