Sammy Evans

Hey. I'm Sam. I'm early 20s (yes I know my age, don't worry) live in New York City and work here. A lot of you will know me as White Chocolate over at the Xquisite Club. I work 4 nights a week depending on my schedule. Go to the website for bookings. Or if you're lucky enough to see me out, come up to me. I might be able to do y'all a deal.

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Text → Babe

Britt: Okay, okay. I'm breathing. Can I quit the wedding somehow and still be your wife?
Sam: If I didn't think you'd regret it, I'd say we elope.
1 year ago on April 7th, 2013 | J | 4 notes

Text → Babe

Britt: I know you're at work and all but your mom is driving me crazy about wearing her wedding dress and I don't want to wear her wedding dress because I like other ones that I want to just be mine. I don't want to wear someone elses. But I don't want to tell her no. They really don't like when I say no to them - your mom or mine. They're like bridezillas and they're not the bride and it's scary.
Sam: Baby, breathe.
1 year ago on April 3rd, 2013 | J | 4 notes

Wedding Plans || Bram

stripperbritt:

Brittany knew Sam was making complete sense - as he usually did. Always the voice of reason; filled with the best ideas to make everything better. He was a typical guy when it came to fixing things for the girl they loved, and she loved him even more for that. “Okay, that sounds good,” she finally agreed, and sighed. She shifted on the couch, moving to rest her legs over his lap and loop her arms around his neck, her head leaning against his collar bone now. “I just don’t want them mad at me and I don’t want to be doing the wrong thing. I’ve never been a bride before, you know.” She said, sounding serious. “I just can’t make any decisions.” She sighed. 

Again, she shook her head. “No, we’re not gonna waste any money on one of those, besides what if it’s a woman and you end up falling in love with her. I saw the wedding planner.” She was only half-serious, it was a totally irrational fear, but at the same time she knew Sam loved her; and only her. So much that even though they had broken up back in senior year, he had pretty much been faithful to her for the last six years of their lives. At least, faithful in the sense that she had kept his heart the entire time. “And if I do get pregnant soon,” she began, “it’s gonna be hard for me to get a dress that fits nicely. I don’t really wanna end up being 7 months pregnant and getting married. Cause I want pretty pictures of us getting married and stuff,” she nodded, with a big smile. 

Sam offered over a soft smile at her, an arm wrapping around her as his other settled so he could begin to gently massage her legs as they settled in his lap. He wanted her to feel good and relaxed, to calm down enough to be able to take a few breaths and to see that, as stressed as she felt, there was a way past this. “They were only brides once so who says they know better than you? They don’t. This is our wedding, not theirs, and it goes down how we want. Not them. If they don’t like it? Tough. So long as we do, I don’t care what they think.” And he hoped that Brittany would take on that mentality too. There was no right or wrong; just what they wanted.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, leaned in, and pecked his lips to hers. “Okay. But you do know that if you’re pregnant in our photos, you’ll look beautiful, right? And we can always tell our baby boy or girl that they were at our wedding.” And though part of him hoped they wouldn’t be pregnant by that point, or at least not too far along, he would accept it and be happy.

1 year ago on February 25th, 2013 | J | 7 notes

Wedding Plans || Bram

stripperbritt:

The wedding planner had definitely crossed her mind, but in the end she had mentally decided against it. Not just because it was the cowards way out, but because of how expensive they were. Then again, the wedding in itself would definitely be pricey and Brittany was still in the mode where she wanted a baby more than anything. Traditionally, the parents of the bride paid for the wedding and they were more than willing to do so, but it didn’t cover the cost of everything they’d have to dish out. Thinking about it all made Brittany’s head hurt. “I don’t want to hire a wedding planner because I still want to try to get pregnant and I know realistically we don’t have the money to do all of this at once, but…” she sighed.

When she felt him press his side to hers, she instinctively leaned into him. “We could do the fair thing, but your mom wants to book this place and neither her or my mom are going to be very patient about waiting for us to go look for ideas…” she had settled back into him, and although she still felt stressed, she was definitely calming down while resting against him. “Maybe you could call and tell them that… I lost my voice and I won’t be able to talk for a few weeks or something?” She was only half-teasing.

Sam let out a breath as she spoke, his arms holding her close to him. Sighing softly, Sam dropped a kiss to her hair, smiling against it at her little tease. “Well… How about I call your Mom and my Mom and have a little talk with them? I can thank them for all their help but let them know we’re going to a wedding fare and want to see what ideas we get there, too. How does that sound?” He knew it would be a challenge to convince both women to step off for a while, but he’d do it and try his best. He knew how to be diplomatic after all, so he was relatively confident that he would able to handle it.

"I can at least look around at prices for wedding planners?" He offered, wanting to take that off of her shoulders if he could. If he could find one that was affordable, that would help them get a good deal for their wedding, then it would be a good investment. After all, if she were stressed, it would make it harder to get pregnant anyway.

1 year ago on February 12th, 2013 | J | 7 notes

Wedding Plans || Bram

stripperbritt:

By no means would Brittany ever be anything close to a ‘Bridezilla’. Truth be told, it was more their mother’s driving her up a wall about everything and her desire to get answers stemmed more for wanting to shut the two of them up. There was so much stress in her life, she was surprised she was still able to function at all. Everything was beginning to talk a toll on her and it was painfully obvious. Not to mention, she knew throwing this all on him after he worked all day wasn’t fair and so she felt bad for that. Especially after her blurting out everything all at once on him, because once she focused on him she could see how exhausted he was.

“O-okay…” she trailed off, as she moved to go sit down as he had asked. She had taken a few deep breaths, but there was still a rush of information in her brain that she had made sure to remember to figure out before talking to his mother or her mother again. “I’m sorry,” she was shaking her head, and she leaned forward to hold her head in her hands, while her elbow pressed to her knees. “They call a billion times a day and tell me something else I need to do or figure out and I just don’t know anything. Does a pattern on the tablecloth really matter when you’re getting married? Like, I don’t get why it’s so important these little details.” She sighed. “When. We need to figure out a when before anything else, and then we can do the rest.”

"Don’t be sorry," he murmured, taking a seat down beside her. He bent to remove his shoes, kicking them off to the side of the sofa. He listened to her, sighing softly. A hand to her back, Sam began to rub her slowly, trying to soothe her in what little way he could do. "I think they’re just… I don’t even know. Look, there’s a wedding fare in town in a couple weeks. Why don’t we tell my Mom and your Mom that we’re going there. Or, we could just hire a wedding planner. Let them do all the work. Let them deal with our folks. What do you say?" Sam knew it was some what the cowards way out, but at least it took a toll off of her shoulders.

He leaned in towards her and let his side press to hers, as he leaned in to kiss her shoulder gently. “Both of those will make it all so much easier… they can help,” at least at the fare they’d be able to get ideas and be given guidance from people in the wedding industry. It would mean every little detail could be covered in a much easier way.

1 year ago on February 6th, 2013 | J | 7 notes

Wedding Plans || Bram

stripperbritt:

Brittany was trying her hardest to plan something she had never planned before; something she really had no idea how to go about doing either. She spent a lot of time on the phone with her mother, while she dictated most of what Brittany needed to figure out, decide on, and book. Even Sam’s mom called her daily to check in on things, to see if the blonde needed help. Which, she certainly did, but this was still mostly something she wanted to go about doing on her own - no matter how much it frustrated her. 

Apparently Sam’s mom also had a venue in mind - and by venue that meant a church. They were both catholic, it was just that Sam’s family was a lot more religious than her own and so she hadn’t even thought about really having it at a church. Truth be told, Brittany would marry Sam in a cardboard box if she had to, that sort of stuff didn’t matter to her. A lot of what her mother and Sam’s mother talked to her about mattered little to her, maybe that’s why it was so difficult for her to figure things out. 

All the wedding stuff on top of trying to get pregnant wasn’t helping either. In fact, her doctor told her that she was perfectly capable of conceiving and that her high stress factor was probably affecting her chances of getting pregnant. Though, with the wedding planning distracting her for the most part she was less upset at the fact that she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. 

Brittany was thumbing through a book of wedding odds and ends that her mother had made long ago and had shipped to her, when she heard Sam walk in. “Oh good,  you’re here,” she sighed with relief and got to her feet - she looked about as stressed as she felt. “So, apparently your mom picked a place and wants to know how soon we want to do this because it’s not like, a popular place, so we could pretty much pick any day and they’re available. And, then my mom said we need to figure out the wedding party, like, best man and maid of honor and… if we want bridesmaids and ushers and all that. Because, then we have to go right to pick dresses. Well, I have to do that. You just have to try on suits. I think. I don’t know. Then there’s… all the stuff for the reception we have to pick and, and, and…” She took a deep breath, realizing she had been talking since the moment he walked in without giving him a chance to say anything in return, or greet him properly with a kiss, or pulling him to the bedroom like they would normally do.

Sam knew that Brittany was hard at work planning the wedding and though he wanted to help her, he didn’t quite know how to. Her Mom and his Mom were both getting involved and he knew his ideas weren’t quite as informative or detailed as their suggestions were. So he just listened when she spoke, nodding along and agreeing where he felt it was needed. So long as he married her, he really didn’t care where or when they did it. He just wanted to spend his life with her.

A long shift at work which had left him tired was finally over and Sam was making his way home to Brittany. He wanted to just collapse on the sofa with her with a movie and dinner, and then curl up in bed with her later. But the moment he entered the apartment, he was hit with a bombardment of wedding talk. He actually stared at her blankly as she spoke, not having been prepared for that. Usually she greeted him with a kiss, not a list of things they needed to do.

When she finished, Sam blinked once, twice, before stepping forwards. He reached out to put his hands on her upper arms, his voice soft when he spoke. A mixture of tired, and an attempt to soothe her. “I want Stevie to be my best man.” That had been the only thing he’d picked up on in what she had said, but at least it was something. “Let’s sit down and go over this point by point. Slowly. So take a breath.”

1 year ago on February 6th, 2013 | J | 7 notes

sam + his family

1 year ago on January 29th, 2013 | J | 212 notes
1 year ago on January 28th, 2013 | J | 38 notes

I don’t like this.

stripperbritt:

I think that’s a perfect idea. I think your parents and siblings will love the idea, too.

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Already naked.

I think so too!

Ohhhh God I love you.

1 year ago on January 23rd, 2013 | J | 18 notes

I don’t like this.

stripperbritt:

I’d live anywhere, as long as it was with you. Plus, it’s really nice where your family lives. I think it would be a nice place to have a baby.

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Try to make a baby again?

Okay. Well, I say we go visit my family and take some time to… look at houses there.

Yes!

1 year ago on January 23rd, 2013 | J | 18 notes