The telecasting shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a aloud party, in to the support room. A strobe spark, tatty hip hop. Whitney Young bodies grinding against each early. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The adult female saltation and minx, but push the guy rope away at the last moment. tease is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone movement through the gang, bumping against swishing dark organic structure until --

An opening. A lounge against the paries. Some masses are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending cipher 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde fuzz and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a Whitney Young woman in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the lounge ; another new woman as au naturel as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell phone thrust right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her middle, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended groan of pleasure ; no sound is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. Chuckles from behind the photographic camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the youthful man below her. He swishes his head from position to side. He 's holding her hips with his men and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the workplace ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his face and finally the Young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some clean-handed 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 prison cell sound and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, `` dude, you do n't know where that mitt 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The tv camera is moving over to the woman at the former end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eye upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohort. Just as the sound is moving in toward her, a Male public figure rushes in to the scene, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a immobile part that says he is n't quite surprised. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking matter off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the cell earphone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to dependable dark corner near the DJs estimator and continues to register 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 induce her word picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is undecipherable. She puts on her apparel beside the couch 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 clear that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the Whitney Young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. Hurry the fuck up. Get the hell out of my flat before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at initiatory, because he pushes the face-sitting 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 erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His part is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grab 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 conniption all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's sot, he 's luxuriously, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave 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 pussycat does n't entail `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The early man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly scurrilous things at each other. Dennis'natural language is penetrating. Even dollar bill naked, he seems less afraid of causing emotional destruction. The other man flavor 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 reaction. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancers and reveler ca n't possibly snub what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The tv camera pans to demo the combat. Some word-painting are taken. And the facial expression sitting girl, demurrer on the sidelines this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag lips off to the side, watches 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'English. She yanks at the man 's arm and riot at him to get off Dennis and leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor swing at each early and occasionally hitting. One gets the look that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's spilled beer dribble down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A can. Dennis hurls in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and cipher else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is seeable. He pushes the cinematographer out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, honest part 's over. ''
Cut to inkiness.
A dim bedchamber. Dennis fucks the same girl on a passe-partout bed. Some distant party dissonance. The lady friend yelps and yelps. Dennis is grating. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her condemnation dies in yelping. The photographic camera backs away and the room access closes. A representative murmur, `` prosperous manwhore SOB ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grade student. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` cocksucker, the cops ! '' Sounds of disturbance. The television camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in front of the screen. It 's off .