Serve drinks.

 "I'll serve drinks," Krystal answers.  'That seems to have the least degree of **** involved...'
 "Okay, then.  Tankards are hear, barrels are on the wall there.  Run them to whoever's low or bellowing like a redeye.  They get rowdy if you're slow, and will probably find something or someONE else to do while they wait.  Also, try not to let anyone get a firm hold of you.  You might not get free for a while."
 'Maybe not the safest job after all,' Krystal realizes belatedly, grabbing a pair of tankards and heading for a particularly loud duo's table, nimbly dodging grasping claws and protruding lizard cocks.