Dirk, your pot-smoking friend.

Dirk is standing in the doorway, a lit joint hanging from his mouth. His dark hair is tussled like her just got out of bed, which is entirely possible. His usually glazed over eyes are oddly focused and he doesn't have his usual stoned demeanor of revered silence. Instead, he's almost worried. His hands are full, but you can't see with what.

"Hey, Jack-man." He says to you. "No offense, but you look like shit."

"I feel like shit, Dirk." You reply. "I'm sorry to be rude, but can we talk later? This is a really bad time."

"No, I think we need to talk now." He says. "It's rather important, dude."

"Seriously, Dirk. Now is really not-" The other guy cuts you off by holding up a piece of neon orange paper. It had a large centered picture of you and Melody. Your eyes widen as you recognize the alleyway. Melody is buck naked and pressed against the wall as you are fucking her from behind, your hand firmly planted on her ass. Melody is tweaking her own nipples with her hands. It's very obvious from your faces that you are both enjoying it. Underneath the photo, a caption reads: "Just Friends???"

"What the fuck?!" You exclaim. Someone did have a camera last night! You knew you saw a flash! Goddammit, how could you have been so careless?

"Someone made multiples and have been posting these flyers all over campus." Dirk said sadly. "Totally not cool."

"What is it?" Melody asks, appearing behind you. You try to quickly cover up the flyer, but it's too late. "Oh my God!" She squeals and snatches the flyer out of Dirk's hands. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Her hands start shaking. "I look...I look..." She bites her lip is frustration. "Who would do this...?"

"We need to go get the rest of them!" You yell.

"Chill." Dirk said and held up his other hand, which is filled with crumpled up colored paper. "Scott and I have been on the prowl all morning. We got 'em all and Scott is now looking into who could have made these copies."

"Oh, thank God." You exhale. "Dirk, you are a life-saver. I owe you and Scott big time."

"Yes, me too." Melody agrees. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. I figure, your business is your business and shouldn't be anyone elses." Dirk shakes his head. "But I fear I have even worse news. And this one will be harder to fix."

"What?' You ask worriedly.

"Can I come in?" He asks. "I'll show you." You nod, and Dirk enters the room, depositing the flyers in the trashcan.