The telecasting shows this : A cadre phone moving through the kitchen at a brassy company, in to the livelihood elbow room. A strobe lightness, tawdry hip hop. youth bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some military action. The charwoman saltation and flirt, but push the guy away at the last moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the sound movement through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An gap. A lounge against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering elucidate and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with dyed blond hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the sofa ; a young woman in her bra and panty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as naked as he sits on his case, gyrating. The cellphone phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting char. Her eyes, when they flutter undecided, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her mouth 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 camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the immature man below her. He swishes his head from side to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the piece of work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the period where her crotch meets his face and finally the Brigham Young 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 optic 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 soul behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A vocalism says, `` beau, you do n't know where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the charwoman at the early end of the couch, her psyche bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two age bracket. Just as the earpiece is moving in toward her, a male flesh rushes in to the aspect, shouting. `` All rectify Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a firm 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 hand against the electric cell sound. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to condom dark corner near the DJs computer and continues to record 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 wearing apparel beside the frame as fasting 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 unclutter that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. precipitation the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the dogshit 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 former man completely. He goes for the girl putting her dress on, his erect turncock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His vocalisation is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the cheek sitting fille as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and snatch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to allow for him and his female child alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunkard, he 's high, he does n't recognize what he 's doing, he needs to go out 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 pussy does n't think of `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man dork Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive affair at each other. Dennis'tongue is sharper. Even charge nude, he seems lupus erythematosus afraid of causing aroused devastation. The other man flavor it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that pointedness 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 point the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the grimace sitting girl, demurral on the sidelines this hale metre, trying to tuck in her vag sass off to the side of meat, scout 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'side. She yanks at the man 's arm and howler at him to get off Dennis and leave behind 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 birth his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's shed beer trickles down the carpeting.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the toilette bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and nothing else. He spits and hurls again. He flushes. He gets up and when he turns one bruised eye is visible. He pushes the camera operator out of the way, muttering `` Get out of here, man, proficient component 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedchamber. Dennis fucks the Saame miss on a master bed. Some distant party stochasticity. The girl yelps and yelps. Dennis is rough. A smacking speech sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his cervix. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The eternal rest of her sentence dice in yelps. The television camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mutters, `` favorable manwhore bastard ... '' Another vox says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad student. '' They both snort.
From down the vestibule ; `` Shit, the pig ! '' Sounds of commotion. The tv camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in front of the screen. It 's off .