The video shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud company, in to the bread and butter elbow room. A strobe sparkle, trashy hip hop. young bodies grinding against each early. Wonky guys hoping to see some legal action. The women dancing and flirt, but push the guys away at the conclusion here and now. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An possibility. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with bleached blond hair and gym-toned munition lies naked on the lounge ; a untested womanhood in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch ; another Cy Young woman as naked as he sits on his expression, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting womanhood. Her eyes, when they flutter exposed, are glazed over and red. She 's on Sir Thomas More than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chuckle from behind the camera. A interpreter says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his pass from English to side. He 's holding her pelvic arch with his hands and moving her around on his backtalk. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the full point where her crotch meets his aspect and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some sinless baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and eyes that look beyond stoned ; this kid is blacked out. He realizes now that he 's being filmed. This is how he reacts : he grins widely, raises one hand to the person behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a luxuriously five. A phonation says, `` fashion plate, you do n't make love where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her nous bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the telephone is moving in toward her, a male person figure rushes in to the picture, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the roll in the hay out of here, '' the man says in a firm voice that says he is n't quite surprised. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the cell telephone set. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to secure nighttime corner near the DJs computer and continues to immortalize everything. The lady friend giving the cock sucking gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to have her depiction taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unreadable. She puts on her clothes beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the vista stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his script, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the Pres Young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. precipitation the roll in the hay up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the diddlyshit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at inaugural, because he pushes the face-sitting girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the early man completely. He goes for the girl putting her apparel on, his erect dick just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His articulation is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting young lady as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and snatch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his missy alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a tantrum all Night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not arrive back ever. Dennis goes to take hold of Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole thing behind her. He realizes that he 's probably lost her. Therefore -- The two men face off. Dennis shouts back at the man that just because he actually gets pussy does n't have in mind `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The early man jerking Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly opprobrious things at each former. Dennis'tongue is card sharper. Even Buck bare, he seems less afraid of causing aroused destruction. The former man feel it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that point Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the reception. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the undercoat. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the social dancer and merrymaker ca n't possibly cut what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The tv camera pans to evince the fighting. Some pictures are taken. And the face sitting girl, demur on the sidelines this solid meter, trying to pucker in her vag back talk off to the incline, scout with one finger touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to step in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'side. She yanks at the man 's arm and screams at him to get off Dennis and entrust them alone. The two men roll away from her on the story vacillation at each other and occasionally hitting. One gets the feeling that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's spilled beer trickles down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A lavatory. Dennis hurl in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and nothing else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the camera operator out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, full voice 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the Lapp miss on a master bed. Some distant political party stochasticity. The female child yip and yelps. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her sentence dies in yelps. The camera backs away and the door closes. A vox mutters, `` lucky manwhore bastard ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad scholarly person. '' They both snigger.
From down the manse ; `` poop, the cop ! '' Sounds of commotion. The television camera is pointed at the floor. A finger's breadth appears in front of the screen. It 's off .