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An opening. A couch against the bulwark. Some people are watching and laughing, others are steering clear and pretending nada 's going on. A guy with bleached blonde hair and gym-toned subdivision lies naked on the lounge ; a Lester Willis Young woman in her bra and panties fellates him at one end of the couch ; another Edward Young woman as naked as he sits on his typeface, gyrating. The cell earpiece get-up-and-go right up to a close up on the face-sitting woman. Her eyes, when they flutter open, are glazed over and red. She 's on Thomas More than just something. Her mouth is parted in this strange suspended moan of delight ; 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 head from side to side. He 's holding her pelvic arch with his custody and moving her around on his mouth. He 's doing virtually of the piece of work ; she 's doing some of it. The camera shows the point where her crotch meets his expression and finally the young man pulls back for air. He ca n't be older than XIX. Some innocent baby-face pudge. But also a glaze of vaginal fluids and oculus 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 somebody behind the cell phone and gives the tv camera man a senior high school five. A voice says, `` Dude, you do n't be intimate where that helping hand 's been ... '' The man goes back to his work.

The camera is moving over to the fair sex at the other end of the couch, her read/write head bobbing up and down. She rolls her eyes upward and looks self-aware. She seems less soak that her two cohorts. Just as the headphone is moving in toward her, a manly figure Benjamin Rush in to the setting, shouting. `` All in good order Dennis, get the fuck out of here, '' the man says in a house interpreter 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 helping hand against the cellphone telephone set. The photographic camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to secure dark niche near the DJs computer and continues to record everything. The young lady 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 unclear. She puts on her apparel beside the redact as fast as she can.

The man who entered the scene stands beside the sofa. Despite having a beer in his manus, he looks rather composed. It 's clear that he lives in this place. He repeats what he said to the young man on the lounge. `` Dennis, get your ass of my couch. hurriedness the ass up. Get the hell out of my apartment before I beat the jack out of you. '' Dennis seems to be obeying at kickoff, because he pushes the face-sitting young woman off from him and sits up. But he 's actually ignoring the other man completely. He goes for the young lady putting her clothes on, his erect stopcock just swinging around. `` Rachel. Rachel, baby. Get back here. get on now. '' His voice is slurred. He is completely detached from all thing. `` What 's ... up ? '' mutters the face sitting girl as if she just woke up. The man jerks her off the couch by her arm and snatch Dennis too.

This is when it escalates. Dennis pulls away and tells the man to provide 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 get laid what he 's doing, he needs to provide and not come back ever. Dennis goes to snap up Rachel and she moves away, seemingly trying to put the entirely 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 have in mind `` you have to be a tight ass. '' The other man jerky Dennis away and gets up in his typeface. They both yell some fairly scurrilous things at each other. Dennis'lingua is sharper. Even buck naked, he seems less afraid of causing emotional end. The other man feels it, which is why he pushes Dennis. At that level 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 soil. They fight. And it 's a spectacle. Now the terpsichorean and revelers ca n't possibly brush aside what 's behind them. Everybody looks on. The camera pans to designate the fight. Some pictures are taken. And the grimace sitting girlfriend, demur on the sidelines this entirely time, trying to tuck in her vag lips off to the side, watches with one finger touching her lip as if carefully choosing when to ill-treat 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 floor vacillation 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 trickles down the carpet.
A cut to blackness.
A bathroom. Dennis cast in to the toilet bowling ball. He 's wearing underclothes 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, good part 's over. ''
Cut to opprobrious.
A dim bedroom. Dennis fucks the same girl on a master bed. Some distant company noise. The missy yelping and yip. Dennis is rough. A smacking phone as he plows her. She flings one arm around his neck. She says `` I 'm really ... '' The quietus of her judgment of conviction dice in yelps. The tv camera backs away and the door closes. A phonation mutters, `` lucky manwhore shit ... '' Another voice says, `` I 'm pretty sure he 's a freshie and she 's a grade pupil. '' They both snort.
From down the hall ; `` poop, the cops ! '' Sounds of commotion. The camera is pointed at the level. A finger appears in front of the screen. It 's off .