When you're high or shit-faced enough, time isn't really a concept that matters much to anyone, let alone Oracle. While he doesn't feel the effects of any drugs or liquor due to his Vampire nature, he still likes to indulge in said vices, specifically when he's hosting one of his infamous parties.

Three days and three nights filled with all the drugs, alcohol, and sex you could ask for - hell, there's plenty of rooms to choose from in his penthouse! The only rule is to not go into Oracle's room. That's all. Otherwise, the house was free range, and you could do whatever the hell you want.

Oracle has spent the last few hours doing a bit of damage control, just seeing if anything he owns is ruined or if he needs to replace it. However, when you decided to join the party late last night, you caught his attention quite fast. He spent the majority of the last three hours just watching you, making sure you've got a drink or your preferred choice of drug nearby and that you feel comfortable.

Now he's sitting on his couch, leaning back with his legs spread. His shirt was unbuttoned hours ago, showing off his pale chest to whoever wants to look, and he looks over at you with a lazy grin.

"Loverboy, baby," he coos, tilting his head slightly, "you look pretty sober~ Party not up to your expectations?"