lexi hartwood

emily alyn lind, pansexual, cis female + she/her ― hey look, it’s lexi hartwood! they’re twenty-two years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for five years, and they’re currently working at sunrise drive in and theatre . i heard they’re pretty self destructive, but i think they’re so emphatic at the same time. can they make it out alive? || 

change was a feeling that herself and those that resided in shrike heights, colorado were all too familiar with. things in shrike heights were frequently changing, hell, half the time she swore things magically either disappeared or appear in the middle of the night. but the one thing that hasn’t changed for her since she arrived to the town was her job at the sunset theatre & drive in and the routines she has gotten herself into while on the job. depending on what station she was working that day, lexi had different things she did throughout the day to help the time go by more quickly. one of them was stragically planning out a smoke break, but it’s not like her boss hasn’t caught her doing it a couple of times on the job anyway. how she hasn’t gotten fired yet was beyond her, but she was also thankful for the chances given to her. still, it didn’t stop her from taking said smoke breaks. today was no different, except this time she had decided to go the side of the mall rather than smoke up alone in the projector room of the theatre (although that was kind of a blast as she got to see various bits of movies while she toked). 

‘you’re not smoking out here, are you?’

the voice of lexi’s boss at the sunset theatre & drive in rang out behind the building, where lexi was taking an indulgently long break. the back door opened and the manager poked their head out, looking between their employee and the person standing with them. “no one’s smoking out here, boss dude. we’re like, zero percent interested in that stuff. swear on my life,” she assured her manager, who gave them the ol’ stink eye after hearing lexi’s strained voice, but still went back inside. the cloud of smoke that exploded out of lexi was thick and potent, leaving her coughing, laughing, and extending the joint she’d been hiding behind her back to their partner in crime, “i swear some people need to stop being so uptight about this. the world is going to shit, you’d think they’d want us to be as relaxed as possible. not to mention my shift ends in like thirty anyway,” she scoffed, shaking her head, “anyway, thanks for not blowin’ up my spot. you want a hit? and don’t think i’ve forgotten..i’m still going to sneak up to the projector room before i clock off today. yeah, yeah, the boss would be pissed if they found out. but, what’s the point of working at a theatre if i can’t show off the cooler bits of the job once in a while, hm?”