The video shows this : A mobile phone phone moving through the kitchen at a cheap party, in to the aliveness room. A stroboscope light, loud hip hop. Young bodies grinding against each other. Wonky guys hoping to see some action. The charwoman dance and minx, but push the cat away at the last moment. teasing is fun. The cycle repeats as the telephone motion through the crew, bumping against swishing iniquity body until --

An opening. A couch against the wall. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nada 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde pilus and gym-toned arms lies naked on the lounge ; a young cleaning lady in her bra and panty fellates him at one end of the couch ; another young woman as naked as he sits on his human face, gyrating. The cubicle telephone pushes right up to a closing up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on more than 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. Chuckles from behind the camera. A voice says, `` Dude ... '' It pans down to the young man below her. He swishes his mind from incline to side. He 's holding her coxa with his script and moving her around on his lip. He 's doing near of the body of work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the breaker point where her private parts meets his aspect and finally the Brigham Young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be honest-to-goodness than XIX. Some unacquainted 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 person behind the cell earpiece and gives the camera man a high five. A phonation says, `` Dude, you do n't cognise 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 sofa, her head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less drunk that her two cohorts. Just as the phone is moving in toward her, a male frame rushing in to the scene, shouting. `` All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a firm voice that says he is n't quite surprise. Dennis flips him off. `` Could you turn that fucking thing off ? '' the man says and pushes his hand against the mobile phone telephone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to dependable dark corner near the DJs computer and continues to immortalize 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 film 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 sofa as fast as she can.

The man who entered the vista stands beside the couch. Despite having a beer in his hand, he looks rather composed. It 's exonerate that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the Thomas Young man on the lounge. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. Hurry the shag up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the tinker's damn out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at first, because he pushes the face-sitting girlfriend off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the early man completely. He goes for the young woman putting her clothes on, his put up cock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, babe. Get back here. Come on now. '' His vox is slurred. He is completely detached from all things. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the facial expression sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and grabs Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to leave him and his fille alone. The man starts yelling that Dennis has been causing a setting all night, that he 's blacked out, he 's drunkard, he 's high, he does n't know what he 's doing, he needs to leave and not come back ever. Dennis goes to seize 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 twat does n't mean `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man jerk Dennis away and gets up in his face. They both yell some fairly abusive matter at each other. Dennis'tongue is sharper. Even buck raw, he seems LE afraid of causing emotional end. The early man flavor it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that period 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 dancers and revelers ca n't possibly neglect what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to shew the combat. Some icon are taken. And the face sitting little girl, demur on the hobby this unit time, trying to tuck in her vag mouth off to the side, 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 leave 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 stimulate his way. He looks like he 's laughing. He 's weirdly unfazed and unashamed. The man 's splatter beer trickles down the carpet.
A cut to black.
A privy. Dennis hurl in to the toilet bowl. He 's wearing underwear now and goose egg 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, skilful component part 's over. ''
Cut to Joseph Black.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the like fille on a master bed. Some aloof party noise. The girl yelps and yelp. Dennis is roughly. A smacking sound as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The rest of her judgment of conviction dice in yip. The tv camera backs away and the doorway closes. A voice murmuration, `` lucky manwhore illegitimate ... '' Another spokesperson says, `` I 'm passably sure he 's a freshie and she 's a graduate student. '' They both snicker.
From down the hall ; `` diddly, the bull ! '' Sounds of commotion. The television camera is pointed at the floor. A digit appears in front line of the projection screen. It 's off .