"Sure," you exclaim, because frankly you find that you really need a drink after that encounter earlier. The name seems odd but neither you nor Becky care right now.
The bartender smiles a wolfish grin as she slids towards you a tankard of the brew. As you lift the beer towards your lips, Becky's arm reaches over and holds your arm. "Something feels wrong here. It's a brew named after a wolf after we just encountered a werewolf." Becky whispers.
"What are you saying? That if we drink this we will become werewolves? That is the dumbest thing I've heard. Fine I'll test it." You say teenager confidence overriding your common sense. Before Becky can respond you lift the mug to your kips and take a sip.