"Mm, not really, no." He picks up a piece of bacon and bites off the end, watching Thomas thoughtfully for a moment. "There is a plant that's poisonous to us, and to humans for that matter. But a strain of exists that can be used to mimic the effects of alcohol in werewolves. I have it at the bar. Other than that, no. Our metabolism is too fast."

He smirks and then leans over the booth to take his coffee back from Thomas, their fingers brushing as he curls his hand around the mug. He takes a long sip and then sets it back in the center of the table before reaching for his fork again. "Any other questions?"