"I vote we run this all by Giles in case he has some domain expertise, but I'm not sure I'm gonna think of anything else."

"Yeah, same."

And accordingly, they convene in the library after school.

She explains to Giles what she did to the others, including their discussions about infiltrating the club.

" - I will want to discuss the vampire you left alive in the near future, but that can wait.  I think your plan is a good one, assuming you trust in your own and your friend's acting ability."

He sighs a little (clearly not at her).  "...I would like to suggest you go in with backup but obviously options are thin on the ground.  I am at least happy to offer my services as a, ah, getaway driver."

"I'm probably a way better actor than Gaara, honestly, but as long as she doesn't have to emote away from 'intense and kind of scary' I think she'll do fine. Would getaway driver increases chances of us being seen suspicious? Just, a car lurking outside might get noticed."

"Perhaps a few blocks away?  I have," he retrieves an object from his pocket, "a pair of prepaid cell phones.  You may use this one to get ahold of me in an emergency if you need to, and to bid me meet you outside the, ah, vampire pub, if you need to make a quick getaway."

"That works. Thanks, G-man."

"You are quite welcome, Miss Uzun," he says a bit dryly.  "I would suggest you not call me at all during the operation until you need me to pick you up, so I can come running as soon as I hear the phone ring.  The other phone's number is speed dial one."

"Smart, yeah. And we'll leave on foot if everything goes well."

"Sounds like a plan."  He gives a thumbs up.  "Have you filled Gaara in?"

"This morning, but haven't had a chance since."

He nods.  “Guess our job’s done, then.”

“Good luck.”

"Thanks, guys. I'll try not to start an all-out bar fight."

Giggle.

Nausicaa smiles, and after a bit more brainstorming goes to fill in Gaara.

Then, that night, her first bar crawl. She's doing her best 'ditzy blonde', hanging on Gaara's arm and overall acting a bit altered-consciousness. Probably she'll read as 'gold digger, not actually a ditz' to anyone who sees through her - she's done double-layered lies before, so.

The place does, indeed, look like a warehouse.  If she walks around the perimeter she'll find an unlocked side door.

Gaara takes the lead, opening the door.

There's a night janitor leaning on a mop just inside.  He startles a little, or appears to, when he sees them.  "This is private property," he says.  "Off limits."

"We're looking for Lecter."

He sizes Gaara up for a moment, then beckons them both inside.

He leads them to an ordinary gray door set into the adjacent wall, which he unlocks to reveal a spiral staircase.  "Just downstairs," he says.

She nods, and goes.

Spiral staircase leads to another door, this one dark wood, which leads into a moodily-lit bar clustered with vampires and other humanoids.  The bar must be soundproofed - as soon as they open the door they hear murmurs of conversation and ominous heavy metal music.

Their attempts at an aesthetic are tiresome. She presumes one goes to the bar for most any initial business?