The picture shows this : A mobile phone sound moving through the kitchen at a loud political party, in to the living room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Cy Young bodies grinding against each former. Wonky guys hoping to see some legal action. The fair sex saltation and flirt, but push the cat away at the survive consequence. ribbing is fun. The Hz repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark physical structure until --

An curtain raising. A sofa against the wall. Some mass are watching and laughing, others are steering clear-cut and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned weapons system lies naked on the sofa ; a new woman in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another unseasoned cleaning woman as nude as he sits on his face, gyrating. The electric cell phone pushing right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on More than just something. Her backtalk 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. chortle from behind the camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his head from side to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing about of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his typeface and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some devoid baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and middle 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 high five. A interpreter says, `` Dude, you do n't bed where that paw 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The television camera is moving over to the adult female at the former end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohort. Just as the telephone is moving in toward her, a male chassis rushes in to the scene, shouting. `` All flop Dennis, get the fuck 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 hired man against the cell telephone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to condom dark corner near the DJs calculator and continues to commemorate everything. The young woman giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to feature her motion picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her wearing apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the lounge. Despite having a beer in his helping hand, he looks rather composed. It 's solve that he lives in this topographic point. He repeats what he said to the Loretta Young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my sofa. Hurry the fuck up. Get the hellhole out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the girl putting her clothes on, his erect putz just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, infant. Get back here. total on now. '' His vocalism is slurred. He is completely detached from all affair. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the lounge by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to allow him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's gamy, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to go forth and not come back ever. Dennis goes to snaffle Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole affair 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 mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The former man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his facial expression. They both yell some fairly abusive things at each other. Dennis'tongue is precipitous. Even long horse defenseless, he seems less afraid of causing emotional destruction. The early man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that spot Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancer and reveler ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to show the fight. Some picture show are taken. And the face sitting female child, demur on the spare-time activity this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag sass off to the position, spotter with one digit 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 of meat. She yanks at the man 's arm and screams at him to get off Dennis and allow for them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor swinging at each other and occasionally hitting. One gets the flavour that Dennis will cause his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's slop beer drip down the carpet.
A cut to contraband.
A can. Dennis hurls in to the lavatory bowl. He 's wearing underclothes now and cypher else. He spits and hurl again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is seeable. He pushes the cameraman out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, ripe part 's over. ''
Cut to ignominious.
A dim sleeping accommodation. Dennis fucks the Saami girl on a maestro bed. Some remote party stochasticity. The missy yelps and yelps. Dennis is rough. A smacking speech sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her sentence dies in yelp. The photographic camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mutters, `` golden manwhore bastard ... '' Another part says, `` I 'm jolly sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad student. '' They both snigger.
From down the vestibule ; `` SOB, the cops ! '' Sounds of tumult. The tv camera is pointed at the floor. A finger's breadth appears in front of the screen. It 's off .