Nico smiled at the Harpia group. "What do you think? Will it be a fun night to go dancing?"
The Harpia all giggled and smirked at her. "Is there ever a bad day for dancing?"
Nico and the doctor quickly administered the extra shots, and Max called for a transit pod. Watching the Harpia adapt to actually remembering things was going to be entertaining. At the moment, they didn't even remember most of the regulars unless they were really friendly or really revolting, so it would shock the patrons if the Harpia suddenly started to remember them or their drink orders.
They weren't in charge of serving, for obvious reasons, but they often took on the role of hosts, sitting and drinking with guests since their bodies were immune to alcohol. They would dance and drink and socialize all night long until their guests' pockets were empty, and then the boss would give them a bonus and send them home happy.