Domino considered it for a long moment. "Buzzed. Not drunk. He's a bit more pliable when buzzed, but I've seen him when he's drunk. He's angry, depressed, and usually just falls asleep in an ash tray." She glanced at Giovanni. "It might take a while. The guy can drink me under the table and I'm no weakling myself."
Mewtwo just raised an eyebrow, but then thought back to when he had seen Giovanni drunk. It was late in the evening when the man came stumbling down into the basement, right to his cell. He had a bottle in one hand and he slumped sobbing against the glass. Between drinks, Giovanni was confiding in Mewtwo details about his mother, his other projects, and slurring diatribes about the world, muttering that "god help us all." Eventually, Giovanni broke down entirely in a sobbing mess before wiping his eyes and stumbling away.
"There was one time," Mewtwo began, "where Giovanni was intoxicated, and he confided his secrets in me. However, I do not think that such conduct is appropriate in a courtroom. As such, mild intoxication would be permissible, but I would take care to prevent it from progressing."