[It was entirely possible that he did not think this through. In fact, he was sure he did not think this through. He had plenty of enthusiasm, but none of the resolve. He spun the cup around in his hands.]

I drink! [He did not sound convincing.] …I tried to.

[He looked at the cup as a dog would look at a juicy steak it could not eat. At least his sense of smell was intact. He breathed in the aroma, trying to imagine what it must actually taste like.]

But forget that, you still haven't told me your name. I'm Rory.