Haven’s POV

“Okay, so that is five shots of Patrone, three whiskey cokes, and a Cosmo?” I ask, checking out the order for the second time.

The group I am serving can only be described as a bachelorette party with the added bonus of three guys who I can only assume are supposed to be their designated drivers. The group nods and hands me a credit card and two ten-dollar bills.

“Keep the cash and keep the drinks coming,” says the guy who is presumably ...