Drinking was always more of a social activity than anything actually effective for Emile, given how fast his system metabolized alcohol, but once in a while he'd got his hands on some very potent stuff that had actually managed to give him a buzz. Good times.

"Thanks for helpin'. Eight hooves are better than four?" Or something like that. But when it came down to it, Emile was no lone wolf, and having someone else to spot for him had made the whole experience bearable--even if they didn't end up finding anything after all.

Anything physical, anyway.