<div class="floatleft">(http://empirenews.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/jock.jpg)</div><br/>Matt Henry took his job as the Resident adviser very seriously. Sure there was always going to be a little drinking, pot smoking, and screwing between the students, but he had a line. As soon as someone crossed it their good time would be shut down by campus police. He never understood why there was so much fuss about parties and drinking anyway. College is a place to learn and prepare for your chosen career. For him the career choice was engineering with a focus on robotics, and his adviser status would help those employers see he is a good man, with a head for managing others.<br/><br/>He walks down the hallway to his room with a bottle of red wine in a paper bag. This weekend was going to be huge for his World of Warcraft guild. A big raid that will hopefully net them some uber loots. Once the raid is complete he and the guild will take their characters to the tavern, crack open their real drinks of choice, and talk about the raid and play around while they get hammered. Mirabelle the healer would be there, and she had been buffing his paladin for a long time. If the raid goes well enough, perhaps she will polish his sword in private chat.<br/><br/>That's when he noticed Christy go into Megan's room and close the door. Then he noticed the sign on the door and frowned. Megan has been having it rough this semester. Maybe she is homesick. Maybe her previous education didn't prepare her for college. Whatever it was her marks were enough to put her on the dean's shit list. Either way the sign on the door set off his alarm bells. He hoped she wasn't turning to hard drugs or worse. He considered his options and silently debated with himself for a moment before stepping into the room.<br/><br/>"Hello Megan." He says looking around the girls room nervously. "I just wanted to make sure you're ok. I'll make some time to tutor you next semester if you want."