He really had meant it when he said he didn't care what people called him. Most of the names he'd rattled off were things he'd heard from anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. Hell, 'hey you' worked just as well as anything else. After being dead for so long, a guy quit being so particular about details like that.

"Whatever floats your boat," the skeleton said with a shrug. "Heh! Get it? Floats your boat? I'm so funny."

Those people in the lake had a way of drawing attention from whoever crossed it, so he wasn't surprised when the blond beauty asked about them. (Tch, bunch of show-offs.)

"They might," he answered as he continued dipping the paddle into the dark water. "They might not. Depends on how unlucky you are. There's a beastie that lives there, too. Doesn't like being disturbed from its naps. Awful at cards. I'd avoid it if I were you."