Even before Tori had decided they should put on a show, they’d been the life of the party anyway. Neither one of them had been afraid to dress up, get in the middle of the dance floor, and dance on each other as people watched. They were having a good time; Leila didn’t see any harm in that, and when her friend had pulled her closer, she’d gone for it, feeling eyes boring into them as they made out in the middle of the room. “Jealous?” Leila teased someone next to them, some random guy whose jaw was hanging open as he watched. “You should be, she’s great,” Leila added, turning back to Tori with a pleased smirk.