who we are * Sam Winchester

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alexis

At this point, Lexi thinks Mark should just expect her to be late to work on Mondays. He, along with the rest of the town, know that Sunday is the day you can find Lexi Reynolds drinking her weight at Marshall's bar on 21st. Yet somehow, Mark says the same damn thing to her every Monday at 6am.

"Mornin' Sunshine! Glad you could join us." She glares at the man behind the counter, waiting for the bell above her head to stop chiming so she can think of a witty response. By the time she's finished tying her apron she still hasn't come up with anything.

"Shuddup." She says instead, hurrying to the swing door just beyond the long diner counter. Mark's laughter rings out behind her as he follows her back, his own apron already dirty with egg and bacon grease.

"How's your old man?" He asks pleasantly, returning to his spot at the grill. Lexi grunts passively, shrugging a shoulder.

"Why don't you ask him yourself when he shows up in 30 minutes." With that, she's back out the door to the front. She makes quick work of brewing two fresh pots of coffee before flipping the chairs and switching on the soda fountain. Mark clicks the music on for her, some jaunty 50s era music coming to life on the overhead.

The Sunshine Dinner is home to the only edible diner food in at least thirty miles. It's yellow painted walls are chipped and peeling, the jukebox in the corner broke before Lexi was born, and she's pretty sure not a single item of decor has been replaced in at least thirty years. Despite all of that, the Diner is still home to Lexi.

"So. How's the boyfriend." Mark leans through the serving window as Lexi flips the open sign, returning to stand behind the counter and wait on the morning regulars.

"Broken up. Two days." She replies, holding up two fingers. Mark hums behind her thankfully not commenting. Mark owns the Diner, passed down from his father who retired four years ago. Lexi and him practically grew up together, their parent's forced proximity in hopes of kindling romance. The two of them bicker more like siblings.

Lexi busies herself wiping down the counter, lining the coffee cups just so, and reorganizing the desert display case. "Hey, Mark? Are we out of cherry pie?" She calls out, turning around and letting out a shout of surprise to see a familiar face standing inches away. "Jesus!"

The woman claps Lexi on the shoulder and throws her head back to laugh, before moving away and out from behind the counter. She nearly trips over her heels in her laughter, gripping the counter to catch herself.

"Dammit, Dylan, I nearly hit you!" Lexi plants her hands on her hips, eyeing the woman she's considered her friend for years. Dylan is a 5'10 goddess who never cowers away from a man and always looks dressed as if she's entering a business meeting. Her red hair, as usual, is perfectly styled into a neat bun at the back of her head. Dylan's makeup is impeccable, but more suited for a bar than her job as a florist.

"That was just hilarious." She says when her laughter finally tapers off, wiping her eyes before sitting on the barstool. "You are just too cute."

"I hate you." Lexi hisses without any real fire, struggling not to smile. Dylan winks and the brunette hurries to put her order in, not even having to ask.

"Hey Dylan!" Mark shouts out the window, grinning and winking at the woman. Dylan smirks, batting her eyelashes and waving her fingers. Lexi has no doubt that the meal will be free for the temptress of a woman. She could make a man swoon with a crook of her finger, and Lexi can't help but be jealous. It seems like the only men interested in her were the hit em' and quit em' type. She just has bad luck with boyfriends, the last three have ditched town every time she finally "goes all the way". Dylan says; 'men are scum. They only want one thing, and once they get it they're gone'. Lexi's starting to think she's right.