The video shows this : A cellular telephone phone moving through the kitchen at a loud party, in to the keep room. A strobe lighting, gaudy hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some legal action. The char dance and flirtation, but push the guys away at the death second. ribbing is fun. The cycles/second repeats as the phone moves through the crowd, bumping against swishing dark soundbox until --

An opening. A lounge against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering exonerated and pretending nothing 's going on. A guy with bleached blond tomentum and gym-toned arms lies naked on the lounge ; a Cy Young charwoman in her bra and panty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as naked as he sits on his face, gyrating. The cadre phone pushes right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her optic, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on Sir Thomas More than just something. Her sass is parted in this strange suspended moan of pleasure ; no auditory sensation 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 untried man below her. He swishes his head from English to side. He 's holding her hip joint with his workforce and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing most of the work ; she 's doing some of it. The television camera shows the point where her crotch meets his human face and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than nineteen. Some destitute baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and center 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 cellphone phone and gives the television camera man a high five. A part says, `` dandy, you do n't know where that deal 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The tv camera is moving over to the adult female at the other end of the couch, her head word bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-conscious. She seems less inebriated that her two cohorts. Just as the earpiece is moving in toward her, a virile figure rushes in to the scenery, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a immobile spokesperson 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 hand against the cell telephone set. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to dependable shadow box near the DJs computer and continues to put down everything. The fille 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 ill-defined. She puts on her wearing apparel beside the couch as fast as she can.

The man who entered the shot stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this lieu. He repeats what he said to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man on the couch. `` Dennis, get your ass of my sofa. hurry the piece of tail up. Get the hell on earth 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 female child off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the girl putting her apparel on, his vertical tool just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His vox is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the case sitting young lady as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the lounge by her arm and grabs 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 view all dark, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunk, he 's high, he does n't make out 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 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 squiffy ass. '' The other man jerks Dennis away and gets up in his facial expression. They both yell some fairly abusive things at each other. Dennis'tongue is sharp. Even charge naked, he seems to a lesser extent afraid of causing aroused death. The former 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 response. He lunges for the other man and tackles him to the ground. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the terpsichorean and merrymaker ca n't possibly disregard what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to point the fight. Some delineation are taken. And the cheek sitting missy, demurrer on the sidelines this unhurt time, trying to tuck in her vag back talk off to the side, scout 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 story 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 pour forth beer trickles down the rug.
A cut to melanize.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the throne trough. He 's wearing underwear 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, honorable contribution 's over. ''
Cut to dim.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same miss on a master bed. Some distant party interference. The girl yip 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 dies in yelps. The photographic camera backs away and the door closes. A voice mutters, `` golden manwhore son of a bitch ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm jolly sure he 's a freshie and she 's a alumna pupil. '' They both snicker.
From down the residence ; `` dogshit, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The camera is pointed at the floor. A finger's breadth appears in front end of the screen. It 's off .