The video shows this : A electric cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loudly party, in to the living room. A strobe light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each former. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and coquette, but push the guy away at the hold up moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the headphone motility through the gang, bumping against swishing drear bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the bulwark. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering open and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with decolorise blonde fuzz and gym-toned arms lies naked on the couch ; a young woman in her bra and step-in fellates him at one end of the sofa ; another young woman as bare as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cell telephone energy right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her oculus, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her sass 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. chuckle from behind the camera. A representative says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his school principal from incline to side. He 's holding her hip joint with his manpower and moving her around on his sassing. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her genital organ meets his face and finally the Lester Willis Young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than XIX. Some free baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and middle 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 individual behind the prison cell earpiece and gives the camera man a mellow five. A articulation says, `` gallant, you do n't cognise where that handwriting 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The photographic camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her principal bobbing up and down. She rolls her eye upward and looks self-aware. She seems less intoxicate that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a manlike figure rushing in to the scene, shouting. `` All rightfield Dennis, get the screw out of here, '' the man says in a firm vocalization 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 script against the cell earpiece. The photographic camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark corner near the DJs computing device and continues to enter 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 have her picture taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her dress beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his manus, he looks rather composed. It 's readable that he lives in this blank space. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my lounge. precipitation the fucking up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting miss off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the lady friend putting her clothes on, his erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. occur on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the fount sitting young lady as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the sofa by her arm and snatch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to entrust him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a aspect all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's luxuriously, he does n't sleep with what he 's doing, he needs to go away and not do back ever. Dennis goes to grab Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the unharmed 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 snatch does n't mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The early man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive affair at each former. Dennis'glossa is sharp-worded. Even buck 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 response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the professional dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to show the fight. Some word-painting are taken. And the grimace sitting miss, demurrer on the pursuit this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag rim off to the slope, 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'side. She yanks at the man 's arm and shrieking at him to get off Dennis and provide them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor vacillation at each former 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 splatter beer trickles down the rug.
A cut to black.
A bath. Dennis cast in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and aught else. He spits and cast 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 black.
A dim sleeping room. Dennis fucks the same girl on a master bed. Some distant company noise. The girl yelping and yelp. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The remainder of her sentence dies in yelps. The camera backs away and the door closes. A vox mutters, `` lucky manwhore whoreson ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a alumna student. '' They both snort.
From down the hall ; `` tinker's damn, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The tv camera is pointed at the flooring. A finger appears in front of the screen. It 's off .