Glibt had made sure to set his TiVo to record Mark's show in case he missed it while he was out having dinner with his sister. He'd also made sure that all of his work was finished; his to-do list had lessened in size, yes, but that was mainly due to the fact that he had worked through lunch every day that week. Some of his reports had included soup stains before he'd retyped them, but the fact of the matter is, they were submitted and Glibt had managed to fit a week of work into four days, both so he could drain off the rest of the energy he'd received from the Proposition 8 verdict and so that he didn't have anything holding him back from going to DC with Mark to look at wedding venues.
He didn't look tired, though, when he walked into the bar. There were several benefits of being connected to a vast population; taking a second of sleep from each of them didn't hurt the mortals and it allowed their god to remain refreshed enough to fight for them. Still dressed in his work clothes, he had several pictures folded up in the pocket of his suit jacket, pictures connected to what he was planning on asking Chris to be a part of that evening.
At least it would go smoother than asking Layla; Glibt was glad that he had one sibling that his fiance hadn't been involved with. Pushing that thought from his mind, he smiled as he saw his sister sitting at the end of the bar, he slipped into the seat next to her. "Hey, big sis." He said lightly, although the happiness that he felt at seeing her again was rather obvious in his eyes. "Sorry I'm a bit late, but I think that we managed to find an overlap in free time is a miracle in and of itself."