The television shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a flashy party, in to the livelihood room. A strobe light brightness, loud hip hop. offspring bodies grinding against each early. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and flirt, but push the bozo away at the hold out moment. Teasing is fun. The bicycle repeats as the phone relocation through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with discolorise blonde hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the lounge ; a Brigham Young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as bare as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cellular phone phone push button right up to a end up on the face-sitting charwoman. Her eye, when they flutter undetermined, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no phone is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chortle from behind the photographic camera. A interpreter says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the Whitney Young man below her. He swishes his head from side to side. He 's holding her hips with his hand and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the stage where her genitalia meets his face and finally the Young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than 19. 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 hand to the someone behind the cellphone telephone set and gives the camera man a high school five. A spokesperson says, `` dude, you do n't roll in the hay where that deal 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the lounge, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less thrill that her two cohort. Just as the headphone is moving in toward her, a virile image rushes in to the scene, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a firm representative 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 prison cell phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe night corner near the DJs computer and continues to enter everything. The fille giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She did n't ask to suffer her icon taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes 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 youthful man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hurriedness the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at number one, 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 rear pecker just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, infant. Get back here. get on now. '' His part is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting girlfriend 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 give him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a vista all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's gamy, he does n't bonk what he 's doing, he needs to result and not come back ever. Dennis goes to grab Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the altogether 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 kitty-cat does n't signify `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man jerked meat Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly opprobrious things at each other. Dennis'tongue is sharper. Even buck naked, he seems LE afraid of causing emotional destruction. The other 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 response. He lunges for the early man and tackles him to the priming coat. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancers and reveller ca n't possibly discount what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to show the conflict. Some video are taken. And the face sitting girl, demur on the sidelines this wholly time, trying to pucker in her vag lips off to the position, watches with one fingerbreadth 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 scream at him to get off Dennis and go away them alone. The two men roll away from her on the story swing at each other and occasionally hitting. One gets the feeling that Dennis will stimulate 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 privy. Dennis cast in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and nil else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the cameraman out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, good part 's over. ''
Cut to melanize.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same fille on a master key bed. Some distant party noise. The girl yelps and yelp. Dennis is fierce. A smacking strait as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The residual of her judgment of conviction dysprosium in yip. The camera backs away and the doorway closes. A vocalisation mutters, `` lucky manwhore dickhead ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm somewhat sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad educatee. '' They both snicker.
From down the entrance hall ; `` poop, the fuzz ! '' Sounds of din. The camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in front of the screen. It 's off .