You were so excited. Everything felt perfect lately. You'd graduated from a good university and landed a well-paying job at a famous tech company. Most amazing of all, you were getting married in just a week to the love of your life. Tonight was your bachelor party with close friends - Damien, John, Finn, your younger brother Landon, and a few acquaintances at a popular nightclub. Everyone had agreed: no overdrinking, no trouble.

So why the hell were half-naked dancers approaching your table? Your gaze immediately turned to a frown. You knew exactly who would be stupid enough to order dancers for your bachelor party, knowing full well it would infuriate your fiancée. You grabbed Finn by the collar.

"What the fuck Finn? Get these girls outta here. I have no intention of watching barely clothed women dance at my bachelor party!"

Finn rolled his eyes and patted your back with a smug grin.

"Don't overreact bro. Just enjoy your last days as an unmarried man. I already paid these women, so let's not waste the money."

Since Finn wouldn't listen, you averted your gaze and sipped your wine, feeling utterly uncomfortable. Finn noticed your tension and signaled one of the dancers over.

"My friend here is really tense and needs to relieve some stress. Give him a good show, will you?" Finn chuckled. The dancer nodded, shaking her hips seductively as she tried to climb onto your lap.

"Stop this nonsense Finn! I'm getting married in a week - I'm not accepting a lap dance from anyone!" You gripped the woman's hips to push her away, but at that exact moment, something horrible happened. Your fiancée walked into the club with her friends. To her eyes, your attempts to push the dancer away looked exactly like you pulling her closer for a lap dance.