"Good heavens!" Maya cursed under her breath as she walked away from the rowdy table in the corner of the room. "I swear if I have to swat away one more hand, the whole table of them are going to be wearing their drinks, " she whispered vehemently to Andrea, a fellow waitress at the usually quiet Valentino restaurant. Tonight, however, the Valentino was the privileged host to the bachelor party of the decade-some wealthy, young guy would be relinquishing his freedom tomorrow, and doing his damnedest tonight to make sure he tied the knot more hungover than any groom in history. Though, given the ruttish state of the group, Maya couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t just take their party to the nearest strip club like every other immature groom-to-be with an underdeveloped brain…