The string of words that came out of Fluffy's mouth as the skinny guy broke the water's surface right in front of her and addressed her with some stick in hand would make even Ozzy Osborne blush - which was saying something. In her start Fluffy had crawled backward away from the water, and was now staring down at the guy while her cigarette burned idly between her fingers. It took her a while to calm down, which told her that she hadn't taken that many downers the previous night, and before she gave a better look at the stick he was holding Fluffy took a drag of her cigarette.
Then, leaning forward, she finally was able to figure out that he was holding a lipstick case. A weird thing to be found in the water, surely, and weirder still that someone would pick it up with intentions of returning it to its rightful owner. Fluffy shook her head. "Nope, I wear gloss." She said simply, her voice coming out cracked and dry like she knew it would. She sounded as though she hadn't hydrated in days, which was kind of how she felt at the moment too. Fluffy rummaged through her tiny clutch looking for her phone - funny how they had gotten smaller during a phase, and were getting bigger now, almost too big to fit in a decent clutch to take out at night - and realized it was gone. "Oh." Another lost phone, marvelous. Fluffy looked up at the swimmer guy, eyes narrowed. "What time is it?" She was asking just out of curiosity, because it wasn't like she needed to be somewhere at any specific time. Then, she realized she was getting cold. Her outfit did not include a jacket, coat or even a scarf she could wrap around her shoulders; it never did. You couldn't party properly with a jacket to worry about, a clutch was trouble enough.
Finishing her cigarette, Fluffy looked at the lake absently, wondering how she had come to end up here. It had been quite a night, if the amount of things she did not remember were any indication. Something told her she hadn't gotten lucky, otherwise there would be a guy lying next to her. Might as well be that way if she wasn't going to remember it. "So, uh, are you one of those nature nuts who prefer to swim in an actual lake rather than a pool or something?" She asked the swimming guy, completely unaware that his weird accent when he had spoken wasn't a side effect from some 'shrooms she had taken last night that were still not out of her system.