I have a better idea: !

I took a firm hold of Rorke's jacket sleeve. Rather than having him pull me out, I pulled him in! Rorke toddled over into the water right next to me. I got splashed in the face as he landed but it felt refreshing knowing I got back at him for that stunt he pulled on me in the cafeteria. Rorke sputtered out of the fountain leaving his jacket behind.

"Oh my goodness NO!" Ingrid ran up to Rorke as he pulled off his wifebeater shirt to ring it dry. While some of the girls that flocked over here swooned at the sight of Rorke's bare muscular chest covered in water droplets, Ingrid was more concerned about her clothes. "Rorke! those are my brand new designs! They aren't ready to be water tested!"

"I know Ingrid, I'm just going to dry out..." Before Rorke could breathe another word, Ingrid dove for his pants zipper and yanked his trousers to the ground. The girls gasped now that they had the sight of Rorke in navy blue boxer-briefs that were covered in a pattern of stars. It was now Rorke's turn to blush. "I-Ingrid! what the hell!"

"I have to do some serious dry-cleaning on these Rorke," Ingrid didn't even bother to join the collective giggling around her as she pulled off Rorke's socks and shoes right off his feet. "Hopefully I can still salvage these." Ripping off Rorke's last sock, he stumbled backwards into the fountain once again.

I seized my opportunity to even the odds by grabbing Rorke's underwear and yanking them right off his legs. Now there were two naked men in the fountain (Three if you count the statue, which I don't). I tossed his boxer-briefs into the crowd of girls who swarmed to claim their soggy prize. They were quickly claimed by Bridget who winked in my direction and blew me a kiss. For the first time ever I smiled and winked back at her. In spite of everything that happened today, it felt so satisfying to have her in my corner getting sweet **** against my best friend.