Mark- for Glibt
The ceremony was actually… nice. It was far nicer than Mark had been willing to give the drugs credit for at first. She didn't know what she'd been expecting at first, but what had ensued hadn't been it. The ceremony was over, the vows had been exchanged, gifts and congratulations had been given, and now Mark found herself standing to the side of the dance floor with her boyfriend. She was sticking close to Glibt, not entirely feeling like getting into long and involved conversations with some of the other invitees (Paparazzi being one of them). They'd stopped by Thomas' table for awhile and Mark had listened attentively while her son gave his party's spiel, but afterward she'd dragged them over to the side of the dancefloor and wrapped her arm possessively around Glibt's side. Large non-political functions never had been her most comfortable setting.
"I'm not dancing," Mark insisted with a small smile. "I'm this close to falling over." She'd been wobbling slightly since she'd put on her shoes this morning and she felt vaguely naked in her blue and black dress that stopped mid thigh. She'd been told that she looked good, but she was still nervous. Besides, it gave her a reason to clutch onto Glibt all the more tightly and the more attention she played to Glibt, the less she paid to the fact that she hadn't checked her Blackberry in over eight hours now. It was an accomplishment.