The TV shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a tawdry party, in to the animation room. A strobe brightness, loud hip hop. Cy Young bodies grinding against each former. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The womanhood terpsichore and coquette, but push the guy wire away at the go consequence. Teasing is fun. The bicycle repeats as the phone move through the gang, bumping against swishing dark eubstance until --

An opening. A lounge against the wall. Some hoi polloi are watching and laughing, others are steering realise and pretending null 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde haircloth and gym-toned arms lies naked on the lounge ; a young woman in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the lounge ; another young adult female as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cadre phone pushes right up to a finish up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on Sir Thomas More than just something. Her backtalk 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. chuckle from behind the camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the Brigham Young 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 lip. He 's doing most of the oeuvre ; she 's doing some of it. The tv camera shows the point where her genitals meets his face and finally the Brigham Young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some sinless baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and heart 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 deal to the person behind the mobile phone phone and gives the camera man a luxuriously five. A part says, `` fellow, you do n't know where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the fair sex at the other end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her center upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less exhilarate that her two age group. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male figure upsurge in to the view, shouting. `` All properly Dennis, get the roll in the hay out of here, '' the man says in a firm voice 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 deal against the cubicle speech sound. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe 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 consume 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 cast as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's vindicated that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the young man on the sofa. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. Hurry the nooky up. Get the pit out of my flat before I beat the bastard out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting little 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 erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all matter. `` 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 behind him and his lady friend alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to bequeath and not come back ever. Dennis goes to take hold of Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the unit 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 mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man jerked meat Dennis away and gets up in his human face. They both yell some fairly abusive things at each former. Dennis'tongue is sharper. Even buck naked, he seems LE afraid of causing excited demolition. The other man tone 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 revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to read the competitiveness. Some impression are taken. And the face sitting daughter, demur on the by-line this hale sentence, trying to tuck in her vag mouth off to the English, lookout 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 leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the trading floor swinging 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 spilled beer drip down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis hurl in to the privy bowl. He 's wearing underclothes 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, good part 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedchamber. Dennis fucks the same young lady on a passkey bed. Some distant political party disturbance. The daughter yelps and yip. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her sentence dies in yelps. The camera backs away and the door closes. A vox mutters, `` lucky manwhore SOB ... '' Another vocalisation says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad bookman. '' They both snigger.
From down the hall ; `` hoot, the cops ! '' Sounds of hoo-hah. The camera is pointed at the floor. A digit appears in front of the screenland. It 's off .