The video shows this : A electric cell telephone set moving through the kitchen at a loud company, in to the animation room. A strobe light Inner Light, garish hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some activeness. The women dance and coquette, but push the guy wire away at the last moment. ribbing is fun. The hertz repeats as the telephone motion through the crowd, bumping against swishing blue bodies until --

An curtain raising. A lounge against the wall. Some multitude are watching and laughing, others are steering straighten out and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with bleached blond fuzz and gym-toned weapon system lies naked on the couch ; a Young adult female in her bra and step-in fellates him at one end of the couch ; another Danton True Young woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The mobile phone earpiece thrust right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter loose, 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. chuckle from behind the camera. A representative says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the youth man below her. He swishes his promontory from side to side. He 's holding her pelvic girdle with his manus and moving her around on his sassing. He 's doing well-nigh 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 old than nineteen. Some innocent 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 helping hand to the person behind the cadre earphone and gives the camera man a high five. A voice says, `` sheik, you do n't know where that deal '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 top dog bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less inebriated that her two cohort. Just as the speech sound is moving in toward her, a manlike bod charge in to the view, shouting. `` All right field Dennis, get the nookie out of here, '' the man says in a firm vocalization that says he is n't quite storm. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his mitt against the cell speech sound. The television camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark turning point near the DJs computing machine and continues to record 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 experience her motion-picture show 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 scene stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his bridge player, he looks rather composed. It 's crystallise that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my sofa. rush the fuck up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the horseshit out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting young lady 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 raise cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. hail on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting little girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the sofa by her arm and snap Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his girls alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a scene all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's gamy, he does n't lie with 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 unanimous 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 fast ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his grimace. They both yell some fairly abusive thing at each former. Dennis'tongue is sharper. Even dollar bill au naturel, he seems less afraid of causing emotional death. The early 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 hold back for the response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the social dancer and revelers ca n't possibly ignore what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The television camera pans to show the competitiveness. Some pictures are taken. And the font sitting girl, demur on the out of bounds this whole time, trying to tuck in her vag brim off to the incline, 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 screams at him to get off Dennis and forget them alone. The two men roll away from her on the level 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 spilled beer dribble down the carpeting.
A cut to black.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the toilet trough. He 's wearing underwear now and zero 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, commodity part 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim sleeping room. Dennis fucks the same fille on a master bed. Some upstage party noise. 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 rest of her sentence dice in yelping. The camera backs away and the door closes. A voice murmur, `` lucky manwhore mongrel ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm jolly sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grad pupil. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` Shit, the cops ! '' Sounds of flutter. The camera is pointed at the floor. A fingerbreadth appears in front of the covert. It 's off .