Ciaran took a quick sip, and then moved to hop up onto a bar stool with as much grace as he could muster. He felt like there was something up with Dan before he actually glanced over, and then it was quite apparent. He looked like he was battling something.
Maybe he wouldn't want to talk about it, but considering they were sitting in a bar and he was about to drink whiskey right in his face, he could hurt to ask.
"So, why is it that you don't drink?" he asked, not wanting to beat around the bush about it.