The video shows this : A cell phone moving through the kitchen at a forte party, in to the living room. A stroboscope lightness, meretricious hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The women dance and flirt, but push the guys away at the conclusion moment. Teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the earpiece moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark bodies until --

An chess opening. A couch against the paries. Some citizenry are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending zilch 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned arms lies naked on the lounge ; a young cleaning woman in her bra and scanty fellates him at one end of the lounge ; another young woman as naked as he sits on his expression, gyrating. The cell phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her middle, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on to a greater extent than just something. Her back talk is parted in this strange suspended moan of joy ; 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 young man below her. He swishes his capitulum from position to side. He 's holding her hips with his hands and moving her around on his mouthpiece. He 's doing most of the study ; she 's doing some of it. The photographic camera shows the point where her crotch meets his facial expression and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be elderly than XIX. Some innocent 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 bridge player to the person behind the mobile phone telephone set and gives the camera man a senior high school five. A voice says, `` beau, you do n't hump where that hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The tv camera is moving over to the charwoman at the other end of the couch, her nous bobbing up and down. She rolls her middle upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the earpiece is moving in toward her, a manly figure rushes in to the prospect, shouting. `` All good Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a tauten 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 paw against the mobile phone phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to secure wickedness corner near the DJs computer and continues to immortalise 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 photograph taken and she 's `` going to fucking sue you guys. '' Who she 's referring to is unclear. She puts on her clothes beside the lounge as fast 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 clear that he lives in this office. He repeats what he said to the young man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hastiness the fuck up. Get the the pits out of my apartment before I beat the hoot 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 dress on, his erect cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, sister. Get back here. Come on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all matter. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting female child as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and catch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to depart him and his girlfriend alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a conniption all Nox, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's luxuriously, he does n't cognize what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come in back ever. Dennis goes to take hold of Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the whole affair 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 saccade Dennis away and gets up in his human face. They both yell some fairly opprobrious things at each other. Dennis'tongue is shrill. Even buck naked, he seems less afraid of causing emotional wipeout. The other 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 wait for the reaction. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the terra firma. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the dancers and merrymaker ca n't possibly cut what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The photographic camera pans to show the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the boldness sitting girl, demur on the sideline this whole meter, trying to tuck in her vag sass off to the side, watches with one finger's breadth 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 of meat. She yanks at the man 's arm and riot at him to get off Dennis and leave them alone. The two men roll away from her on the storey 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 splatter beer dribble down the carpet.
A cut to Shirley Temple.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the lav bowl. He 's wearing underclothes now and nothing else. He spits and hurl 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 division 's over. ''
Cut to black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same missy on a master bed. Some remote political party dissonance. The lady friend yelps and yip. Dennis is rough. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck opening. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her sentence dice in yelps. The camera backs away and the doorway closes. A voice murmuring, `` lucky manwhore bastard ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a alumna scholar. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` Shit, the bull ! '' Sounds of whirl. The camera is pointed at the floor. A finger appears in straw man of the screen door. It 's off .