[ Truth food, Gwen!!!! ... Not that Reggie himself fully knows, either, beyond just that something weird was up. But he normally doesn't have much of a filter, so it was neither immediately nor super obvious to him what was going on. ]
sure, I can do that rly tho? what have u got for me? + whats the occasion
[ gwen checks the text but ends up just rolling her eyes at it, fondly, and leaving him on read. sorry, reg. she just takes a little time getting her bag because ron is sleeping on top of it and god, it feels sacrilege to wake her up, but eventually she does. it earns her the most pitiful whine of a meow that's ever been meowed, but she promises she'll be back. no overnight, right? there's another eyeroll, yeah.
so yeah, it takes her a little longer than fifteen minutes to get there, and she definitely takes her time because she wants to shake off whatever weird feeling she's got going on from thinking about how close peter and reggie must be, if he shared his secret with him. which- like she said, it's not bad, it's just- a thing. a thing she'll think about later.
there's a few windows with the lights on in his complex, but with a little brainpower and a split second to notice there's a note on one of them, she finds reggie's room pretty easily.
and there's definitely something that's a little something going on in this place - something that's making her spider-sense feel a little edgy - but she's not too worried about it. she just gently knocks her knuckle on the window before stick fingers slide it up, just enough so she can crawl through. her hair's- kind of a mess from webswinging here, but a couple finger-comb swipes through it gets it to settle. mostly. 80% settled. otherwise she's just in cutoffs and a tank top. yay summer. ]
Hi. [ she grins, then ] Oh. [ look, she really doesn't want to forget her gift, okay. she holds up a finger as she pulls her backpack around to the front with her other hand, fishing out a thumb drive from the front pocket and holding it out for him to take. ] There's a few rules for that, just so you know. Very important rules. --Wanna know what it is now, or later?
[ Truthfully, Reggie doesn't know for sure until the moment Gwen comes in through the window that she'll actually be able to, because of the wards Nick has placed-- and because Reggie doesn't invite people over that much, let alone let them in through the window, but luckily, it ends up not being a problem.
Also truthfully, though he requested a bed, Reggie isn't in "his room" all that often; it's a bit decorated, but still a bit more study than bedroom. Still, he's sitting on the bed when she arrives idly scrolling his phone, which he then tosses aside as she enters. ]
Hey. [ He grins back, then raises his eyebrow at the thumb drive. ] Uh, why don't you start by telling me what's on it first?
[ meanwhile gwen just thinks he keeps his room immaculately clean. it's fine. ]
It's a mixtape. ..Okay, a playlist, but I'm calling it a mixtape because mixtapes are cooler. So. [ her bag gets zipped shut so she can drop it on the floor near the window, which she closes behind her now, right. when she turns back to him there's a deep breath, like she's about to explain something vitally, crucially important. ]
Rule one of listening to a mixtape created by me for the first time? Headphones are necessary. Number two - No skipping tracks on the first listen, either. They're in that order for a very good reason. And number three - under no circumstances can you give the mixtape, as a whole, to anyone else. Other people can listen to songs from it, because duh, but they don't get the track list. It's your mixtape. [ she huffs a breath, but a sort of bashful ( sort of!! ) smirk follows ] I made it for you. So.
[ And Reggie... blinks at that, caught totally off-guard, carefully accepting the thumb drive like he's been handled something fragile. Or possibly combustible. ]
Huh. Wow, thanks. [ The way he grins now is similar to hers; sort of, though not quite, bashful. Unsure? Something. ] No one's ever made me one of these before.
[ It's cool. Unexpected, very, but also very cool. Also kind of... what? Personal? Intimate? Romantic, even? Reggie doesn't quite know what to make of the gesture, let alone how to interpret it, but he's not unhappy with it.
[ it doesn't totally click how big of a gesture it is, one way or the other, until he's right there and leaning down to kiss her and that's- that's nice. ah. it's a lift-up-on-her-toes-a-bit-to-meet-him kind of nice, apparently. but it's enough to clue her in. back home she makes mixtapes for all of her close friends, it's like- the easiest way to let someone know you give a shit without saying it. because who has time for that? but reggie kisses her and oh, right ]
I mean, we could. It's got eleven tracks on it though, so that's- y'know, forty-five minutes, ish, of tunes to listen to all in one sitting. It's part of the rules. [ forty-five minutes of just hanging out in this room enjoying music together. oh jeeze. she's not embarrassed or anything, but things are starting to click that totally didn't click before. not that she's doing much to set some more definite intentions-boundaries here, not with how she just settles back flat on her feet and stands there with him. ] And your friends are bogus if they've never made you a mixtape before.
[ ... obviously talking light smack about his other friends is the best thing to do here ]
As your friend it's my sworn duty to make sure your current list of jams doesn't totally suck. I was just doing my part.
Come on, give me a break, what decade is this? Who even still makes mixtapes?
[ Or give his friends a break, rather-- but Reggie laughs a little, his words clearly just as light as hers had been. Maybe that is part of it, though, that people don't really do this much anymore, that only underlines in Reggie's mind what people used to mean by making someone a mixtape.
But frankly, he's just as content to not overthink it. He and Gwen are friends with, sure, some benefits, but his romantic life is already complicated enough without adding more complications to this, too. Reggie likes her enough to not want to mess things up. ]
But I think forty-five minutes should be plenty of time, don't you? Let's do it.
[ He kisses her cheek again, then stares at the thumb drive he's holding between his fingers. ]
I do! I just gave you one, jeeze, how did you already forget-
[ she's grinning though, lifts her cheek into that kiss cause listen, if he wants to show some affection she's not going to stop him. it's kind of nice. uncomplicated, yeah. he points out the flashdrive and she takes a look around the room, like she's only noticing how- barely lived-in it is. ]
You don't have some kind of sound system? [ her expression holds the unspoken "what the heck, mantle?" ] It's cool. I have a back-up plan. [ just going to wander back to her backpack, yep, digging around in it until she pulls out her phone, and her headphones. which still have cords, thank you very much. ..only because she'd definitely lose wireless earbuds, let's be real ] I've got a copy of the playlist on here, so. We'll share. [ she's just squinting at the bed for a moment before rounding to the right side ]
I'll wear the left one - vocals are always favored on the right so you'll get the better sound that way. [ and now she's flopping down on the bed, toeing off her shoes as she gets her earbud in and holds the other out for him to take ] You'll have to stick close, but no funny business, alright? We've got tunes to experience. [ ... okay she definitely expects some funny business will occur because they're them but it's fine ]
Not here I don't-- I usually just listen on my phone, what do I need a whole sound system for? It's not like I'm gonna be throwing any parties.
[ One might be nice to have though, actually, now that Gwen's mentioned it-- it hasn't really been at the top of Reggie's list of priorities, but it could be nice. Certainly would make multi-tasking either.
He sits close, putting in the other earbud and bringing his legs up to sit with them crisscrossed in front of him, his hands where she can see them (on his knees). ]
[ and so, that happens. the playlist is a good mix of stuff, mostly upbeat punk rock, alternative, whatever you want to call it. stuff that's fun to bop along to, or drum along to in gwen's case. there's a couple of chill tracks on it, maybe one or two where the lyrics actually mean something. but it's a feel-good playlist, mostly.
there's a part of her that wants to talk about each track, explain why it's on there, but she resists- really only explaining when it's a song from a band she loves from home or if she's particularly excited about a certain beat. but eventually she feels a little silly sitting across from him just listening to music, not really talking so he can actually listen, so she moves so she's laying next to him instead, an arm behind her head. does it really count as snuggling if by the end they're both laying side by side in the same bed? probably not, but it's nice. and she absolutely ends up drumming on his arm once or twice, leaning over and bopping her head along as she does so, because it's kind of impossible not to with some of the songs she put on there. finger drumming, toe tapping. that's a thing.
but it's also kind of nice to just zone out for about an hour, too. when the last song plays out, she sighs, content. oh, and stretches out all of her limbs from her spot on the bed, even if that means nudging reggie with both an arm and a leg. not rude at all. ]
[ It is an awesome mixtape, not quite what Reggie was expecting -- but then again, what he was expecting, he has no idea either -- but still enjoyable all the way through. He also lays back, arm behind his head, casually lacing the fingers of his other hand with hers as time passes.
Because as time passes he does get increasingly antsy, legs jiggling a little, since just sitting still is hard for Reggie; he's more used to listening to music while doing other things, but he makes the effort. When the mix is over, he turns toward her. ]
Impressive. [ He smirks, but warmly, brushing some hair from Gwen's face. ] What do your rules say about what to do after listening?
[ gwen's been Aware of the whole holding hands thing, because that's- it's nice? it's nice. and maybe a little unexpected, but mostly not. but she was trying not to focus on it because she was trying not to get distracted. she could feel when he was getting a little antsy, felt the shift in his shoulders or his legs, and it wasn't much, but she did rub her thumb over his knuckles, shifted the way her fingers were curled with his, just to give him something else to focus on for a second. it actually really means a lot that he stuck it out until the last track played out.
she turns her head to look at him properly once he's facing her, eyes bright because ah. gwen's not exactly touch-starved or anything but that doesn't mean she doesn't get a little mushy when someone touches her hair ]
Did you really like it? Be honest.
[ she bites her lip, realizes belatedly that the question probably made it super obvious she was Invested in whether or not he liked it. so- she reaches to tug her earbuds free from both of them, drops her phone somewhere on the bed beside her just to get it out of the way. ish. almost out of the way. mostly. if she ends up a little closer when she turns to lay on her side too, well, that's just a thing they're going to have to learn to deal with ]
I don't think I have any after-listening rules. [ she hums ] We could- listen to more music? You can play me something from a personal playlist. [ ... look that's not far from the realm of things gwen would like to do but like, not now probably ]
[ Reggie quirks his eyebrow in a knowing way, not offended that Gwen might think he'd lie, but rather challenging the assumption that if he thought something sucked he'd still suffer through it and pretend otherwise.
... Okay, fine, there are some situations he might do that, but he and Gwen aren't that close yet.
He rolls onto his side more properly, one arm still folded under his head while the other plays with her hair for a few more seconds, and then suddenly he sits up, reaching for his phone. ]
Well, right now I only have two-- my work-out playlist, and my music-to-bang-by playlist. And I'll be honest, there's a lot of overlap.
Some people lie about that kind of thing just to be nice. Obviously I don't have to worry about that with you. ... That's a good thing.
[ those are a great few seconds. gwen is actually kind of living for those few seconds, because yes, predictably, her brain goes all gooey and dreamy when people play with her hair. but then he's sitting up and she straight up whines, eyes squeezing shut before she sits up too.
but it's only to reach out and turn him back towards her by his shoulder, dragging him back down to lay on the bed like they were a moment ago so she can kiss him. there's even a leg slotted over his hip now, to keep him in place. it's actually just a few slow kisses and not full on making out, because she's sort of laughing? but that's okay ]
The fact that you have a banging music playlist makes me think I've missed out on a whole lotta magic mike'ing the last couple of weeks. Heartbreaking, truly.
[ "That's a good thing," she says, but still Reggie wonders if he should feel mildly insulted. But... nah, he doesn't, the fact that he's never been shy to tell it like it is (or at least how he sees it) is a fundamental part of his whole image, why people find him funny, or charming, or crude, or insensitive.
He smirks when Gwen pulls him back, putting up no fight when she pins him there with her leg and kisses him again. He leans in to them slowly, kissing back, still smiling against her mouth. ]
Is there a difference? In the vibe of the music, I mean. [ what a ridiculous topic of conversation. she knows it's her fault, which is why she's still grinning, catching his lip between her teeth like that might stop her from giggling ] I mean, think about it.
[ there's a split second of consideration, but then she's shoving his shoulder to roll him onto his back, following through so she's kneeling over him. she sits up like that, cheeks red because again this conversation is dumb, but now she has a point to prove.
which is why she's making noises that kind of sound like the song from magic mike, yep, and grabbing the hem of her shirt so whens she circles her hips and roll her body a bit, she can tug at it, lift it. she's even biting her lip and making a face like she's really feeling herself right now. like channing tatum! except channing tatum probably never did this. it's ridiculous. but it's fun, going this far to tease reggie about his playlist choices. eventually she cracks though, laughing again as she leans forward, planting her hands on either side of his shoulders ]
[ Now he's on his back, Gwen's on top of him and Reggie doesn't mind that one bit. He grins, folding his arms behind his head as she begins to hum and theatrically strip herself of her shirt, which again: Reggie ain't complaining.
He rolls his hips a little bit underneath her, humming along a little (perhaps deliberately) off-key and stroking one of his hands up her thigh now. ]
Why don't we just play yours again? Y'know, anything can become a sex playlist if you put your mind to it.
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lol
if it makes u feel any better I dont think he could help it
he p much said he wouldnt of told me otherwise
do u still wanna come over or did I ruin it
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no no you didn't
i definitely still want to come over
i actually have something for you i keep forgetting
it's nothing crazy or anything i just
you said your window's unlocked, right?
keep the light on for me? so i know which one's yours
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sure, I can do that
rly tho?
what have u got for me? + whats the occasion
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seriously it's not a big deal just don't let me forget
actually i'm gonna grab my backpack and head over now
should be like... 15 minutes? ish?
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but look
its not every day ppl bring me gifts I think I'm allowed to get a lil excited
see u soon
[ He'll leave the light on and tape a little note to the window that says ⬇ REGGIE'S WINDOW ⬇ ]
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so yeah, it takes her a little longer than fifteen minutes to get there, and she definitely takes her time because she wants to shake off whatever weird feeling she's got going on from thinking about how close peter and reggie must be, if he shared his secret with him. which- like she said, it's not bad, it's just- a thing. a thing she'll think about later.
there's a few windows with the lights on in his complex, but with a little brainpower and a split second to notice there's a note on one of them, she finds reggie's room pretty easily.
and there's definitely something that's a little something going on in this place - something that's making her spider-sense feel a little edgy - but she's not too worried about it. she just gently knocks her knuckle on the window before stick fingers slide it up, just enough so she can crawl through. her hair's- kind of a mess from webswinging here, but a couple finger-comb swipes through it gets it to settle. mostly. 80% settled. otherwise she's just in cutoffs and a tank top. yay summer. ]
Hi. [ she grins, then ] Oh. [ look, she really doesn't want to forget her gift, okay. she holds up a finger as she pulls her backpack around to the front with her other hand, fishing out a thumb drive from the front pocket and holding it out for him to take. ] There's a few rules for that, just so you know. Very important rules. --Wanna know what it is now, or later?
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Also truthfully, though he requested a bed, Reggie isn't in "his room" all that often; it's a bit decorated, but still a bit more study than bedroom. Still, he's sitting on the bed when she arrives idly scrolling his phone, which he then tosses aside as she enters. ]
Hey. [ He grins back, then raises his eyebrow at the thumb drive. ] Uh, why don't you start by telling me what's on it first?
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It's a mixtape. ..Okay, a playlist, but I'm calling it a mixtape because mixtapes are cooler. So. [ her bag gets zipped shut so she can drop it on the floor near the window, which she closes behind her now, right. when she turns back to him there's a deep breath, like she's about to explain something vitally, crucially important. ]
Rule one of listening to a mixtape created by me for the first time? Headphones are necessary. Number two - No skipping tracks on the first listen, either. They're in that order for a very good reason. And number three - under no circumstances can you give the mixtape, as a whole, to anyone else. Other people can listen to songs from it, because duh, but they don't get the track list. It's your mixtape. [ she huffs a breath, but a sort of bashful ( sort of!! ) smirk follows ] I made it for you. So.
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Huh. Wow, thanks. [ The way he grins now is similar to hers; sort of, though not quite, bashful. Unsure? Something. ] No one's ever made me one of these before.
[ It's cool. Unexpected, very, but also very cool. Also kind of... what? Personal? Intimate? Romantic, even? Reggie doesn't quite know what to make of the gesture, let alone how to interpret it, but he's not unhappy with it.
He moves closer, cupping her chin to kiss her. ]
But why headphones? We can't just put it on now?
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I mean, we could. It's got eleven tracks on it though, so that's- y'know, forty-five minutes, ish, of tunes to listen to all in one sitting. It's part of the rules. [ forty-five minutes of just hanging out in this room enjoying music together. oh jeeze. she's not embarrassed or anything, but things are starting to click that totally didn't click before. not that she's doing much to set some more definite intentions-boundaries here, not with how she just settles back flat on her feet and stands there with him. ] And your friends are bogus if they've never made you a mixtape before.
[ ... obviously talking light smack about his other friends is the best thing to do here ]
As your friend it's my sworn duty to make sure your current list of jams doesn't totally suck. I was just doing my part.
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[ Or give his friends a break, rather-- but Reggie laughs a little, his words clearly just as light as hers had been. Maybe that is part of it, though, that people don't really do this much anymore, that only underlines in Reggie's mind what people used to mean by making someone a mixtape.
But frankly, he's just as content to not overthink it. He and Gwen are friends with, sure, some benefits, but his romantic life is already complicated enough without adding more complications to this, too. Reggie likes her enough to not want to mess things up. ]
But I think forty-five minutes should be plenty of time, don't you? Let's do it.
[ He kisses her cheek again, then stares at the thumb drive he's holding between his fingers. ]
Uh... what can I plug this into?
we can timeywimey this if you want ahaha
[ she's grinning though, lifts her cheek into that kiss cause listen, if he wants to show some affection she's not going to stop him. it's kind of nice. uncomplicated, yeah. he points out the flashdrive and she takes a look around the room, like she's only noticing how- barely lived-in it is. ]
You don't have some kind of sound system? [ her expression holds the unspoken "what the heck, mantle?" ] It's cool. I have a back-up plan. [ just going to wander back to her backpack, yep, digging around in it until she pulls out her phone, and her headphones. which still have cords, thank you very much. ..only because she'd definitely lose wireless earbuds, let's be real ] I've got a copy of the playlist on here, so. We'll share. [ she's just squinting at the bed for a moment before rounding to the right side ]
I'll wear the left one - vocals are always favored on the right so you'll get the better sound that way. [ and now she's flopping down on the bed, toeing off her shoes as she gets her earbud in and holds the other out for him to take ] You'll have to stick close, but no funny business, alright? We've got tunes to experience. [ ... okay she definitely expects some funny business will occur because they're them but it's fine ]
works for me!
[ One might be nice to have though, actually, now that Gwen's mentioned it-- it hasn't really been at the top of Reggie's list of priorities, but it could be nice. Certainly would make multi-tasking either.
He sits close, putting in the other earbud and bringing his legs up to sit with them crisscrossed in front of him, his hands where she can see them (on his knees). ]
Okay. Ready when you are.
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there's a part of her that wants to talk about each track, explain why it's on there, but she resists- really only explaining when it's a song from a band she loves from home or if she's particularly excited about a certain beat. but eventually she feels a little silly sitting across from him just listening to music, not really talking so he can actually listen, so she moves so she's laying next to him instead, an arm behind her head. does it really count as snuggling if by the end they're both laying side by side in the same bed? probably not, but it's nice. and she absolutely ends up drumming on his arm once or twice, leaning over and bopping her head along as she does so, because it's kind of impossible not to with some of the songs she put on there. finger drumming, toe tapping. that's a thing.
but it's also kind of nice to just zone out for about an hour, too. when the last song plays out, she sighs, content. oh, and stretches out all of her limbs from her spot on the bed, even if that means nudging reggie with both an arm and a leg. not rude at all. ]
And that- is how you make an awesome mixtape.
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Because as time passes he does get increasingly antsy, legs jiggling a little, since just sitting still is hard for Reggie; he's more used to listening to music while doing other things, but he makes the effort. When the mix is over, he turns toward her. ]
Impressive. [ He smirks, but warmly, brushing some hair from Gwen's face. ] What do your rules say about what to do after listening?
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she turns her head to look at him properly once he's facing her, eyes bright because ah. gwen's not exactly touch-starved or anything but that doesn't mean she doesn't get a little mushy when someone touches her hair ]
Did you really like it? Be honest.
[ she bites her lip, realizes belatedly that the question probably made it super obvious she was Invested in whether or not he liked it. so- she reaches to tug her earbuds free from both of them, drops her phone somewhere on the bed beside her just to get it out of the way. ish. almost out of the way. mostly. if she ends up a little closer when she turns to lay on her side too, well, that's just a thing they're going to have to learn to deal with ]
I don't think I have any after-listening rules. [ she hums ] We could- listen to more music? You can play me something from a personal playlist. [ ... look that's not far from the realm of things gwen would like to do but like, not now probably ]
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[ Reggie quirks his eyebrow in a knowing way, not offended that Gwen might think he'd lie, but rather challenging the assumption that if he thought something sucked he'd still suffer through it and pretend otherwise.
... Okay, fine, there are some situations he might do that, but he and Gwen aren't that close yet.
He rolls onto his side more properly, one arm still folded under his head while the other plays with her hair for a few more seconds, and then suddenly he sits up, reaching for his phone. ]
Well, right now I only have two-- my work-out playlist, and my music-to-bang-by playlist. And I'll be honest, there's a lot of overlap.
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[ those are a great few seconds. gwen is actually kind of living for those few seconds, because yes, predictably, her brain goes all gooey and dreamy when people play with her hair. but then he's sitting up and she straight up whines, eyes squeezing shut before she sits up too.
but it's only to reach out and turn him back towards her by his shoulder, dragging him back down to lay on the bed like they were a moment ago so she can kiss him. there's even a leg slotted over his hip now, to keep him in place. it's actually just a few slow kisses and not full on making out, because she's sort of laughing? but that's okay ]
The fact that you have a banging music playlist makes me think I've missed out on a whole lotta magic mike'ing the last couple of weeks. Heartbreaking, truly.
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[ "That's a good thing," she says, but still Reggie wonders if he should feel mildly insulted. But... nah, he doesn't, the fact that he's never been shy to tell it like it is (or at least how he sees it) is a fundamental part of his whole image, why people find him funny, or charming, or crude, or insensitive.
He smirks when Gwen pulls him back, putting up no fight when she pins him there with her leg and kisses him again. He leans in to them slowly, kissing back, still smiling against her mouth. ]
I said banging, Gwen. Not stripping.
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[ there's a split second of consideration, but then she's shoving his shoulder to roll him onto his back, following through so she's kneeling over him. she sits up like that, cheeks red because again this conversation is dumb, but now she has a point to prove.
which is why she's making noises that kind of sound like the song from magic mike, yep, and grabbing the hem of her shirt so whens she circles her hips and roll her body a bit, she can tug at it, lift it. she's even biting her lip and making a face like she's really feeling herself right now. like channing tatum! except channing tatum probably never did this. it's ridiculous. but it's fun, going this far to tease reggie about his playlist choices. eventually she cracks though, laughing again as she leans forward, planting her hands on either side of his shoulders ]
I kinda want to hear this playlist of yours now.
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[ Now he's on his back, Gwen's on top of him and Reggie doesn't mind that one bit. He grins, folding his arms behind his head as she begins to hum and theatrically strip herself of her shirt, which again: Reggie ain't complaining.
He rolls his hips a little bit underneath her, humming along a little (perhaps deliberately) off-key and stroking one of his hands up her thigh now. ]
Why don't we just play yours again? Y'know, anything can become a sex playlist if you put your mind to it.