Ashley: Mick Jagger hair and the rebelliousness to match. Photo: Bravo

If there's a lesson to be learned from the latest installment of "Top Chef Vegas," it's this: Drunk guys at a bachelor party will happily inhale whatever food you put in front of them. And if it's served with a shot, they might even compliment you for it, no matter how gristly, limp and flavor-deprived it may be.

Wednesday night's bachelor- and bachelorette-party hors d'oeuvres challenge managed to serve up a little slice of cruelty for everyone, it seemed.

Not only were the 16 remaining cheftestants forced into gender-based teams that helped determine their fates -- a fact that did not sit well with "I'm as good as any guy" Jennifer.

See who won after the jump.

Not only did they have to cater to the whims of a privileged, breeder majority -- incensing pro-marriage-equality lesbian Ashley, she of the righteous indignation and the kick-ass Mick Jagger hair.

No, as if all of that wasn't enough, the would-be culinary wunderkinds had to craft dishes to go with a trio of heavily alcoholic shooters, one of which Ash aptly deemed "sweet, gooey and disgusting."

Whether or not that description might've also applied to the bride and groom is still up for debate, but both parties seemed pleased by the sometimes-inspired, oft-wilted, occasionally gross finger foods they were dealt by the two teams.

To the non-drunk palates of the judges, however, the girls' offerings were rather quickly deemed inferior to those of the guys. While the latter may have indeed been "contrived," to quote Laurine, we have to admit they looked exotically tasty. Although Michael V., no matter how talented, should never be allowed to call anything a "Nitro Gazpacho" again.

His brother Bryan's challenge-winning sweet-and-sour macaroon, a sort of inside-out take on chips-and-guac, was one of the highlights, even if it was met with bemusement by his peers. "I didn't even know what the f--- he was talking about," Ash admitted.

Meanwhile, the bottom rung of the "Top Chef" ladder held few surprises. While Ashley got penalized for overreaching -- serving both a luscious watermelon carpaccio and a lackluster bay-leaf panna cotta -- it was last week's offenders who earned the most scorn.

Perma-cryer Jesse and the whiny-voiced Eve again found themselves lacking in the technique and flavoring departments, respectively.

While it was Eve who was let go for her unbalanced, overcooked shrimp ceviche, the ladies got the last laugh: Watching the men take a celebratory dip into the bachelorettes' pool, Laurine quipped, "I mean, who would you rather see in wet clothes -- girls or fat boys?"