The video shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the living room. A strobe lightness, loud hip hop. Pres Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some legal action. The charwoman dance and flirt, but push the guys away at the stopping point consequence. Teasing is fun. The Hz repeats as the phone motion through the bunch, bumping against swishing black bodies until --

An opening. A couch against the bulwark. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nil 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hairsbreadth and gym-toned weapon lies naked on the couch ; a young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the sofa ; another immature woman as naked as he sits on his case, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting adult female. Her eyes, when they flutter loose, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than just something. Her oral fissure is parted in this strange suspended groan of pleasure ; no auditory sensation is coming out, but the way she 's moving she seems to be enjoying herself. chortle from behind the camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the vernal man below her. He swishes his top dog from slope to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his rima oris. He 's doing almost of the body of work ; she 's doing some of it. The photographic camera shows the decimal point where her private parts meets his grimace and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be previous than nineteen. Some innocuous 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 individual behind the cell phone and gives the camera man a high five. A vocalisation says, `` dandy, you do n't know where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the woman at the other end of the couch, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male figure rushes in to the picture, 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 matter off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the cell headphone. The television camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark corner near the DJs computer and continues to read 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 sustain her image taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes beside the redact as fasting as she can.

The man who entered the prospect stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his helping hand, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this situation. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hurry the screwing up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the shit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first gear, 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 fille putting her wearing apparel on, his erect putz 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 face sitting female child as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the lounge by her arm and catch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his young lady alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all dark, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't recognize what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to grab 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 snatch does n't mean `` you have to be a sozzled ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his human face. They both yell some fairly scurrilous affair at each other. Dennis'spit is sharper. Even Pearl Buck defenseless, he seems less afraid of causing excited destruction. The early man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that point in time Dennis says, `` Is it fucking on, then ? Is it on ? ''

He does n't wait for the response. He lunges for the former man and tackles him to the soil. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancers and reveller ca n't possibly brush aside what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to evince the fight. Some flick are taken. And the face sitting girl, demur on the sideline this all sentence, trying to tuck in her vag backtalk off to the position, 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 belly laugh at him to get off Dennis and lead them alone. The two men roll away from her on the floor swing at each early and occasionally hitting. One gets the feeling that Dennis will cause his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's spilled beer trickle down the rug.
A cut to blackamoor.
A can. Dennis cast in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and null else. He spits and hurls 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 character 's over. ''
Cut to pitch-dark.
A dim chamber. Dennis fucks the same girlfriend on a master key bed. Some remote company noise. The female child yelping and yelping. Dennis is roughly. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The residuum of her condemnation dies in yelps. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mussitation, `` favourable manwhore bastard ... '' Another vocalisation says, `` I 'm reasonably sure he 's a freshie and she 's a alumna scholarly person. '' They both snicker.
From down the manse ; `` Shit, the fuzz ! '' Sounds of hoo-hah. The camera is pointed at the level. A digit appears in presence of the screen. It 's off .