The video shows this : A cellular phone phone moving through the kitchen at a loud company, in to the living room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some activity. The adult female dance and flirt, but push the guy rope away at the last mo. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the phone moves through the crew, bumping against swishing sorry bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the wall. Some citizenry are watching and laughing, others are steering net and pretending cypher 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the lounge ; another young cleaning woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a ending up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter exposed, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her rima oris 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. Chuckles from behind the photographic camera. A interpreter 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 handwriting and moving her around on his backtalk. He 's doing nearly of the work ; 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 ingenuous 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 hired man to the someone behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, `` buster, you do n't recognize where that mitt 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The television camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her headland bobbing up and down. She rolls her oculus upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two age bracket. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a manly figure rushes in to the scene, shouting. `` All flop Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a steadfast 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 script against the cell phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to secure night quoin near the DJs computer and continues to record everything. The young woman 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 depiction taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the fit stands beside the lounge. Despite having a beer in his hired man, he looks rather composed. It 's discharge that he lives in this position. He repeats what he said to the youthful man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. Hurry the roll in the hay up. Get the hellhole out of my apartment before I beat the dickhead out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at low gear, because he pushes the face-sitting female child 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 prick just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. fall on now. '' His part is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the side 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 lead him and his miss alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a fit all Night, that he 's blacked out, he 's inebriate, he 's high up, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not add up back ever. Dennis goes to grab 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 twat does n't imply `` you have to be a fast ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his look. They both yell some fairly abusive things at each other. Dennis'glossa is discriminating. Even buck defenseless, he seems less afraid of causing emotional death. The other man feels 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 other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to establish the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the face sitting little girl, demurral on the hobby this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag sass off to the position, watches with one digit touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to pace in. When the clothed man scrambled on top, she steps in. She 's on Dennis'side. 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 swinging at each other and occasionally hitting. One gets the feeling that Dennis will have his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's disgorge beer trickle down the carpet.
A cut to sinister.
A privy. Dennis hurls in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underclothing now and goose egg else. He spits and cast 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 division 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the Same lady friend on a professional bed. Some distant company noise. The girl yelps and yelping. Dennis is unsmooth. A smacking phone as he plows her. She flings one arm around his cervix. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The residue of her judgment of conviction die in yelp. The camera backs away and the doorway closes. A voice grumble, `` lucky manwhore by-blow ... '' Another vocalisation says, `` I 'm moderately sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad educatee. '' They both snicker.
From down the residence ; `` Shit, the fuzz ! '' Sounds of commotion. The television camera is pointed at the flooring. A digit appears in front of the screen. It 's off .