Not even remotely.

Rick felt like he was floating as they stepped into the restaurant. It had been a long time since he'd experienced the panic of getting caught in a flagrantly criminal act, and he thought dimly that he might be in mild shock. He glanced at Catherine, who was gazing at him dreamily. Their eyes met and he saw a stillness in them, like the jagged spikes of ordinary mental activity had been melted down to a thick cognitive ooze.

The moment was broken by the bartender, a local kid named Josh. He greeted them by name and pulled out a corkscrew. "What can I get you guys?"

"Anything rrred," Catherine said lazily. Rick giggled and asked for the same. Neither noticed Josh's face flash with concern as they spoke.

"Great!" he said. "I think we have a new special this week. I'm gonna go check."

Catherine was whispering something into Rick's ear and giggling. Rick nodded to Josh, who darted into the back. A moment later the bar manager appeared and approached the couple.

"Rick, Catherine, it's been a while " he said boisterously. They had been patrons of this bar for a decade and knew him well. He was some kind of engineer who made a fortune retired early: mid-fifties, clearly not bartending for the money. Today he seemed very eager to speak with them. "How have you been?"

"Oh, great! Fuckin' fantastic!" Catherine said. Jim's eyebrows shot up at her uncharacteristic vulgarity. "But hungry." Rick just nodded dreamily.

"Ok," Jim said. He leaned over the bar and lowered his voice. "Hey, listen, why don't I call you a cab? My treat. I think you two could use a break."

"He thinks we're drunk," Catherine giggled. Rick's face reddened - that same adrenaline rush of being busted, but he wasn't off the hook on this one. He straightened and that giddy, lightheaded feeling fled as he came back down to Earth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said stiffly. "We're just- I don't know, we were just fooling around. We're actually, uh. I'm completely sober."

"What about her?" Jim asked, his eyes flicking to Catherine and back. She was leaning over the bar, oblivious to their conversation. "Is she gonna instantly sober up too?"

"Can you keep a secret?" Rick asked, and Jim nodded and leaned further forward. "Drops," Rick whispered.

Jim pulled back and gave Rick a skeptical look. "No." He looked over at Catherine, who was squinting one eye and repeatedly counting the taps. "No fuckin' way. She's on drops?"

Catherine turned her head to gaze at them dreamily. "Yep. Could you tell?"

Jim and Rick laughed at this, and after a moment of surprise Catherine was laughing too. "...fair enough," she said amicably.

Jim gestured to one of his underlings to indicate that he would be taking two customers to a small private room in the back of the bar. "Follow me," he said. Rick noticed his eyes lingering on Catherine as she smiled and complied. Catherine did not.

Once they were in the small, dimly lit room, Jim grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses off of a shelf. "My treat," he said as he opened it. "You're gonna like this one."

"Hope it's not too pricey," Catherine chuckled. "You know I'm not gonna remember it, right?" Nevertheless, she gratefully accepted and sipped a glass.

"So it's true. You took a drop. But doesn't it make you, like, a sex **** or something?" Jim asked. Now that they were in a private place, his self-restraint was wavering. Catherine was unperturbed by the lack of eye contact.

"No, of course not!" she laughed. "Can you imagine? Although, not a bad scenario..." she turned and ran a hand up Rick's thigh. "I'm your little sex doll, all I care about is making you come..."

"Christ!" Rick said, and nudged her away. Jim stared at her in awe. "No filter," Rick explained. "Part of the truth thing. So she can't lie, and she's pretty bad at self-censoring. She's really impulsive, too - she'll just do whatever pops into her head."

"I blew him in a parking lot on the way over here," she said with a grin. "I forgot how gross cum tastes."

"Jesus!" Jim said, but he was laughing. "No filter might be an understatement. Any harsh truths you need to get off your chest?"

Jim started to protest but Catherine cut him off. "That merlot you brag about tastes like ass. Everyone knows it. The food here went downhill when you fired Martin. Sometimes I think about you when I'm masturbating."

The men stared at her in absolute shock. After a few seconds, she shrugged. "Martin was fuckin' great."