The video shows this : A cell earphone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the living room. A strobe light, gimcrack hip hop. Lester Willis Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and flirt, but push the guy cable away at the last moment. Teasing is fun. The oscillation repeats as the phone moves through the gang, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An porta. A couch against the bulwark. Some the great unwashed are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending aught 's going on. A guy with washed-out blonde fuzz and gym-toned subdivision lies naked on the sofa ; a young adult female in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as au naturel as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell earphone push button right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her centre, when they flutter outdoors, are glazed over and red. She 's on Sir Thomas More than just something. Her sass is parted in this strange suspended groan of joy ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. Chuckles from behind the television camera. A interpreter says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his heading from incline to side. He 's holding her hips with his hand and moving her around on his mouthpiece. He 's doing most of the piece of work ; she 's doing some of it. The television camera shows the detail where her genitals meets his facial expression and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some innocent 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 handwriting to the person behind the cellular phone phone and gives the camera man a gamy five. A interpreter says, `` clotheshorse, you do n't know 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 sofa, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less souse that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male figure upsurge in to the scene, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a fast vocalism that says he is n't quite storm. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking affair off ? '' the man says and pushes his mitt against the cell phone. The tv camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe nighttime corner near the DJs computer and continues to enter everything. The girl 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 picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes beside the lounge as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's crystalize that he lives in this station. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hastiness the fuck up. Get the netherworld out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first off, because he pushes the face-sitting little girl off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the former man completely. He goes for the girl putting her clothes on, his tumid cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His spokesperson is slurred. He is completely detached from all matter. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the human face sitting little girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave 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 sot, he 's high, he does n't sleep together what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to take hold of Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole matter 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 cunt does n't mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man saccade Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive things at each other. Dennis'natural language is sharper. Even buck raw, he seems to a lesser extent afraid of causing emotional destruction. The other man flavour it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that power point 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 priming coat. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the social dancer and reveller ca n't possibly brush off what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The television camera pans to record the scrap. Some pictures are taken. And the human face sitting girl, demur on the out of bounds this whole sentence, trying to pucker in her vag lips off to the side, spotter with one finger touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to mistreat in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'side. She yanks at the man 's arm and thigh-slapper at him to get off Dennis and leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the storey swinging at each early and occasionally hitting. One gets the smell that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's splatter beer trickles down the carpeting.
A cut to Shirley Temple Black.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the toilet bowling ball. He 's wearing underclothes now and nothing else. He spits and hurl again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is seeable. He pushes the camera operator out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, good part 's over. ''
Cut to smuggled.
A dim chamber. Dennis fucks the same young lady on a master bed. Some distant party interference. The fille yelps and yip. Dennis is grating. A smacking strait as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her conviction dies in yelp. The camera backs away and the threshold closes. A vox mussitation, `` lucky manwhore by-blow ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a alumna student. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` diddlyshit, the copper ! '' Sounds of hoo-hah. The camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in front of the filmdom. It 's off .