Blane groans and pushes the doctor away when he went to inspect in the pants area. "Back off! I'm fine below the belt. Do NOT touch below the belt...or you won't like what happens." He says. Bad boy tone came out. He was aggrivated. And hated other men touching him. Expecially in the nether regions. He stands up. "Ain't you got a party to go to? Come on...can't crash it if you ain't in it. Wouldn't be any fun." he says. Sighing. "See...everything is all better. Allow me to escort you to deal with your buck builders. The fancy pants of wherever the hell we are." he says. Rolling his eyes. He sighs. Muttering something.<br/><br/>"I DO NOT REMEMBER!!!" he cries out. Sighing. "Can't I just like...take you on a date or something. Steal you right out from under the rich male pricks out theres noses. Would serve them right. Stuffy overly dressed hot stud wannabes." he mutters. And sighs. "I remember...I hate popularity. If it weren't for..." he puts his hand to his head. Letting out winces and hisses of pain. "...my little sister...I'd say fuck you to them all. I can't remember why. I can't even remember my sister's name." he looks up at her. And shakes his head.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes to hide the pain at not having nearly ANY memories. He looks at her. "Let's go show them snobby men what real people do to party." he says teasingly. Grabbing her hand and guides her out to the party. Bandaged or not he was still drop dead sexy. And he smiles devishly at the other men. And when one guy tries to cop a feel of Odelia...he broke his nose. "Back off. She is in a no touching zone. Capeche?"