"Well," Ace said after a pause, "looks like your front door is good to go. No flowers here on the steps, and I promise I won't suggest any. How about the rest of the house?"
Steven shook into action. "Right. Yes. Forgot we were still outside. Come on in."
Ace stepped in to a pretty standard 1950s ranch house. He took in what he had to work with: blank cream colored walls, little to no artwork, nice hardwood floors, probably original to the house. Dark leather furniture, a well-used recliner and the biggest flat-screen TV Ace had ever seen inside a house this size.
Oh, he's not going to like what I want him to do with that TV.
It was every bit a bachelor pad, but not in the swinging lady trap kind of way. More in the "I have no idea what to do with this place so I'll leave it blank until I get married" kind of way.
Across from the TV, Ace was a little startled to find one wall painted deep burgundy. It was a lovely color, but so entirely out of place with the almost colorless palate of
