The video shows this : A cell earphone moving through the kitchen at a loud political party, in to the living elbow room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each early. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women saltation and flirt, but push the guys away at the last moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the headphone movement through the crew, bumping against swishing dingy bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering realise and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a young womanhood in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another Danton True Young woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cadre telephone set pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting cleaning woman. Her heart, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on Thomas More than just something. Her sass is parted in this strange suspended groan of pleasance ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. Chuckles from behind the camera. A vocalization says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his promontory from side to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his sass. He 's doing about of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The tv camera shows the point where her crotch meets his face and finally the untried man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than XIX. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and oculus 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 script to the person behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, `` Dude, you do n't know where that manus 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The television camera is moving over to the char at the other end of the lounge, her chief bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a manlike figure rushes in to the fit, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the shtup out of here, '' the man says in a unwaveringly voice that says he is n't quite surprise. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his bridge player against the cell telephone. The television camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to rubber iniquity corner near the DJs computer and continues to immortalise everything. The girl giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to have her ikon taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes beside the frame as fasting as she can.

The man who entered the tantrum stands beside the lounge. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's gain that he lives in this property. He repeats what he said to the youthful man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my sofa. haste the screwing up. Get the Hell 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 girlfriend putting her clothes on, his erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. descend on now. '' His vocalism is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting lady friend as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the sofa by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to depart him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a panorama all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't lie with what he 's doing, he needs to allow for and not come back ever. Dennis goes to seize 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 purulent does n't have in mind `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The early man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive thing at each early. Dennis'glossa is sharper. Even buck nude, he seems lupus erythematosus afraid of causing emotional destruction. The other man flavour it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that decimal point Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't hold back for the response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the professional dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The tv camera pans to show the scrap. Some pictures are taken. And the face sitting young lady, demurral on the hobby this unscathed time, trying to tuck in her vag sassing off to the side, lookout man 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 screech at him to get off Dennis and leave alone them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor vacillation at each early and occasionally hitting. One gets the touch sensation that Dennis will take 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 dark.
A bathroom. Dennis hurls in to the toilet stadium. He 's wearing underclothing now and nothing else. He spits and hurls 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, good part 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the Same girl on a captain bed. Some upstage party noise. The fille yelps and yelps. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The quietus of her sentence die in yelp. The camera backs away and the room access closes. A voice mussitation, `` favorable manwhore bastard ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm somewhat sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad student. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` Shit, the cops ! '' Sounds of disruption. The television camera is pointed at the floor. A digit appears in front of the cover. It 's off .