"Dial it down; your toner is popping out of your skirt." Aubrey warned, nudging Chloe in the arm with her elbow.
Chloe blushed madly, shifting her gaze down to the floor. "What're you talking about?" She asked Aubrey, playing with her fingers. The two had been watching the new girls practice the dance routine that Beca had come up with for the new mash up. Of course the two of them had already got it down pat, but the new girls didn't seem to have the same luck. Beca was currently up on stage with them, taking them step by step through the dance.
Aubrey scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm talking about your obvious toner for Beca." She grumbled, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Aubrey wasn't the biggest fan of Chloe; not even after they sounded flawless while singing Just The Way You Are/Just A Dream. So the fact that she could tell her best friend was falling for one of her new found enemies didn't excite her all that much.
Chloe gapped at the blonde, not knowing what to say. "You're out of your mind." She replied, that being the only thing that came to mind.
"Am I?" Aubrey shot back, turning to face Chloe. "Because it looks like to me that all you're doing is looking at Beca's butt when you should be thinking about how we're going to manage to get through finals without someone falling off the stage and killing one of the judges!" Aubrey panicked, throwing her hands up in the air. Chloe looked at her, speechless. She blinked a few times, before clearing her throat.
"Aubrey's totally right, Chloe. You've a massive toner for BECA." Fat Amy agreed, making sure to stress Beca's name, causing the brunette to turn around and look at the girls, slightly confused. Fat Amy sat up from the row of seats behind Aubrey and Chloe, nodding her head.
Aubrey looked at her, confused. "What? Amy, why aren't you on stage?" She asked, shaking her head. Fat Amy shrugged, sighing.
"I told you not to sign me up for cardio." She answered, gently lowering herself back down into the seats. Aubrey turned around, rolling her eyes.
"Did I hear my name?" Beca asked, hopping down from the stage as she watched the girls begin the dance from step one. Chloe blushed, smoothing down her skirt and smiling at her.
"No." She answered.
"Yes." Aubrey answered right after, nodding her head curtly.
"Toner." Fat Amy's voice sounded from beneath the seats. Beca looked at the girls, shaking her head.