Make it nice.

Ace scrambles, paying a ridiculous amount of money to have the stuff he ordered online shipped overnight to him. The smell of paint leaks up from his personal bedroom that is under the floor of the warehouse, causing him to bust out a couple fans to get the smell to go away. He actually cleans out his room, massive stacks of paper and huge piles of records, CD's stereo equipment, amps, a myriad of guitar strings, left over panties from past bedmates, (he burns the evidence of them). He even rips out the ancient carpet thats been there since the 80's when he first dug his little pit, and started the fascinating underground warren beneath his warehouse where he hides things.

Soon, the walls are a deep black, not plastered in band posters. The bed is new not a grungy old salvaged matress from a dumpster that he bug bombed ten years ago. A really nice matress with really nice linens... (Ace completely horrified that he likes this girl enough that he had to go....shopping... god forbid). The linens are a deep yummy red, like dried blood. Comfy pillows are every where.

He can hear his coterie mates snickering and tormenting him from above as he attempts to figure out the wonder that is a pillow sham. Their jibes about going soft for a girl just make him grin and laugh. He finally moves in an actual dresser, in case she wanted to keep a few things there, and sets down all of the flameless candles, Ace being a Mekhet, fire aaaanywhere near his haven not going to go over well.

He goes back upstairs and endures the torment of his silly coterie clearing a space on his desk.. just in case.