[He disappeared, and despite being drunk, didn't seem to stumble once in his decent.]

[All was quiet for roughly the next half hour. Somewhere around that time, he returned. Looking...slightly worse for the wear. There was the beginnings of a light shiner beneath one eye, his hair was even more rustled than before, and his clothing had a tear on one arm. And in his hands was...a single six-pack.]

...okay, does it count if I ended up getting into a fight with the bum's friends over the beer?

Because they started it.