After spending most of his day in the Tavern he drunkenly looks up to find a few of the women from earlier passed out in various places. He winced at the thought of what they'd be feeling the next day after sleeping in such uncomfortable places. On a better day, he might have tried to make them comfortable before leaving, but he wasn't in the state of mind to put forth such an effort just then. It was their fault for getting so drunk anyway.
Deciding he really didn't want to be getting home any later with the thing that killed Teno still out there he stumbled to his feet. A few years of experience with alcohol gave him the coordination he needed to get to the door without falling more than once and without knocking over more than three chairs and a table. The doorknob, however, defeated him, dodging his grasp and seeming to laugh at him and his futile efforts to exit the tavern. He growled and tried to punch the mocking piece of metal. Of course, he missed, instead somehow hitting the window next to the door and shattering the glass.
The sound hurt his ears and the now broken glass hurt his hand, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All that registered in his drunken mind was that he had a much easier way out now. Climbing out the window and falling to the ground on the other side he found the grass to be plenty comfortable enough. The fact that he'd wanted to get home and avoid the danger of Teno's murderer escaped him in that moment and within seconds he'd passed out.