Glibt was still attempting to look innocent. "You heard me!" She teased, thought she fell silent as Mark tugged at the strap, squirming just slightly. "A problem easily solved, of course, but maybe I'll make you wait until midnight skinny dipping. Since, you know, you've been rather reluctant to indulge me in my whims." It didn't matter, though, that Mark didn't want to swim just then. They had all weekend and Glibt knew she could be very persuasive.
"So DC works for us, works for Johnny, is close enough that our guests won't be too inconvenienced by having to travel... I think we've decided, then!" Glibt was far too excited about this; the first major hurdle was solved and now they just had to settle on a venue and a specific date. She cocked her head up at Mark when he mentioned White House staff, however, and couldn't stop herself from asking. "White House staff? Anyone high profile?"
Considering the question for a moment, Glibt tried not to be even more distracted by the prospect of White House staff attending their wedding than she was by Mark's hand still playing over her skin. Shifting further back against her fiance, she tucked her head into the crook of Mark's neck. "Venue first, I think. They fill up fast and if we have our heart set on any one specific day, we might end up disappointed."