samuelreid

[samuelreid]

urban stillhouse ⇾ ft. @tonyoliveros

Sam had been craving BBQ. He prided himself on his routine, which included healthy eating and working out, but sometimes a man needed to chow down on some red meat. He was a Texan man, after all. It was hard not to indulge every now and then. Thankfully, Tony had agreed to join him, so he had some friendly company for the meal. The older man was always welcomed, as he had such an endearing and warm presence. Sam admired him. "Damn that was good," he said with a big breath, rubbing his full stomach. "How was yours, dude?"

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sunday’s best at the silver dollar ⇾ ft. @livlis

It wasn't often, as they were all older and busy, but for one night, Sam had gathered a small group of friends for a catch-up. What better way to bond than over bad karaoke? He was already a few beers deep, cheeks flushed, laughing and chatting excited to see everyone again. He turned to Liv and smiled, happy to see she had made it. "Are we doing a duet or what?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.

[samuelreid]

𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔

expensive suits, flashy car, designer everything. hair perfectly combed, and an eye-catching smile. constantly checking the time, every minute accounted for in his day, organized. meetings. lunch on the go. COFFEE. running. diapers and sleepless nights. MORE COFFEE. the minimalist style of his home hidden behind baby stuff. warmth. high-end technology. open files with scribbled notes on his desk. passing out on the couch with his baby on his chest. happy place.

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤

Full Name: Samuel Reid

Nicknames: Sam

Age & Birthday: 34 years; Sept 31st, 1988

Occupation: Defense Lawyer

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: He/him; cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in Whiskey Flats: Whiskey Flats, TX & lived here all of his life, but left for college

Neighborhood: Downtown

Family: Older Brother (41 - Airforce), Older Sister (36 - news anchor)

Accent: Soft Texan

TASKS | CONNECTIONS | PLAYLIST

Triggers: Death, Car Accident

𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪

Sam was born into a wealthy and successful family with expectations always present. His father was a high-ranking judge, appointed as Chief Judge of the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Texas under the Bush administration. His Mother was a former mayor of Whiskey Flats, and a popular one to boot. Not to mention his older brother’s successes in the airforce, a hero to many, then the local celebrity of his sister who was recently made head anchor at the Whiskey Flats news station. 

The pressure had always been on. Not to mention the influence of politics and religion in his upbringing. His father was a devoted Republican, and his mother was a devout Christian. The two resulted in a strict upbringing, which Sam rebelled against. He hated the stifling nature of his family. The tradition. The norms. All of it. 

In his teenage years, he found his tribe. A group of young kids (Sam the baby) who were troublesome and marched to their own tune. It was a relief from the restraints of his home life and a huge secret too. Anytime any of his friends asked to go to his place or pick him up, he always made excuses. He would carry around a backpack with an old hoody in it that he pulled on to hide his affluent lifestyle from the group. 

To keep his parents off the scent, he excelled in his school work. Anything to keep the little piece of freedom he had from being stole from him. He was captain of the football team and one of the best wrestlers in the state. Athleticism came with ease, but neither of his parents saw it as a potential career. Not for Reid. It hurt to give up on his dreams, but Sam couldn’t face the fight with his parents. Fighting with them about every political debate in the newspaper was enough to deal with. A fight about himself or what he wanted? That was a step too far. Instead, he would continue to sneak out and hang with his buddies, get drunk or high, then sneak home before anyone noticed. His older sister was the only one who knew, but she was so terrified of them both being caught in his mess, she did everything to cover for him. She was the only person Sam felt close to in his family, despite the love that was present. They loved a stranger - not the real Sam. 

One summer night, Sam and his friends had been partying and decided to end the night with a little joyride. His best friend was driving and lost control of the vehicle and it crashed, flipping so many times that Sam blacked out from the motion. Thankfully, he regained consciousness quick and he was able to pull himself from the wreckage. He had some cuts and bruises that would hurt the next day, but with adrenaline, he was able to ignore the pain to help his friends. The driver, his best friend, was non-responsive, and Sam knew he had a decision to make. The fuel tank was leaking and there was a fire, so they had minutes. It was intense and he hated every second of it, seconds that felt like hours, but also like time was running away from him. The girl of the group, Sam's longest friend and best friend's girlfriend was coming around, so he knew he could save her. It was a choice. His best friend or the girl he had known most of his life. His best friend who wasn’t breathing and bleeding bad or the girl who was breathing and could survive. In an instant, Sam was by her side and doing his best to calm her and rationalize with her, but it was traumatic. He eventually pulled her out of the car and carried her to safety, where he collapsed. The pain and trauma finally set in as the car burst into flames behind them. 

To say that ignited something within him would be a cheap shot at the trauma of the night, but it had. Sam almost lost his life because of this need to rebel against his parents. From then on in, he buckled down and listened to the wisdom of his family. He left Whiskey Flats to return to college, focused on his school work, and graduated with the highest honors. His parents were never more proud than when he told them he was going to Harvard Law. The next few years were spent in Massachusetts away from the pain of that night, educating and learning, becoming the best man he could be. 

The time to return to Whiskey Flats did eventually come. His parents had used their connections to get him an internship with a friend's law firm, which meant facing those faces again. The town again. The pain again. The question of who he was again… 

Now he is a young defense lawyer trying to distract himself from his own struggles with his work and the injustices of Whiskey Flats. Fighting others' battles was much easier than fighting his own. 

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

1988: born 1994: met best friend (the girl in the accident) 2001: met group of friends 2006: went off to college 2008: the accident 2013: finished law school 2014: joined a local law firm as an intern / passed the bar exam 2020: made partner at the firm 2022 to now: investigating the local justice system whilst adopting to new dad duties with an ex-girlfriend whom he co-parents with

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HENRY GOLDING for David Yurman’s “Come Closer” Campaign February 2022

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When Sam saw the stranded woman from a distance he couldn't work out who she was, but as he neared he soon realized. Of course, it was Alana. That girl had a way of always getting herself caught up in drama. He pulled up behind her and stepped out of his Audi R8 - a present from his parents when he graduated from law school - and grinned at the sight of her. "Alana Jimenez, what are you doing out on the side of the road?" Sam called out through laughter before he walked over to her. "Did you forget to change your oil or go to the mechanic when your check engine light came on?" He teased.

It wasn't shocking by any means that she ended up on the shoulder of the road with a flat tire. Her truck was on its last leg, could barely pull her horse trailer anymore, and it was a damn nail that made it useless. Go figure. At least she was going back home rather than heading to the barn. Stepping out to look at the tire, she groaned and decided to hang out by the hood to wait for a passerby to come and save the day. At this point, the towing truck was on its way and since her issues with her truck happened every other week, she knew the driver well and trusted him enough to go straight home or to a bar. Whichever she came across first.

side of the street / @whiskeyflatsstarters

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sunday night star gazing party @ the silos ⇾ ft. @livlis

People were pulling up for the event and Sam had convinced a group of friends to show up. He was a bit of a geek for all things space-related, so he was excited. He hopped on the bonnet of his friend's truck and pulled out a slider from the cooler bag of snacks, and took a large bite. "Yo, Liv...did you make these?" He asked before he took another large bite. He didn't realize just how hungry he had been.