First. We need some looks.
Scott - Gray wolf with a lighter underbelly and darker classic tabby stripes. Wears a white undershirt with a red flannel over it, and torn blue jeans with red sneakers. Also has a black tie around his neck. Eyes are blue.
Kk lets get this started I'm bored.

Inside a rather destroyed hotel bathroom, a tabby-striped wolf was fixing his flannel. He grumbled, the stupid tie he'd found twisted into some sort of bowtie. How? Who knew. Probably from one of his friends.

He sighed, finally just tearing open a cabinet under the sink. He shuffled through the random objects, quickly finding some scissors. He slammed the cabinet shut, not caring if he disturbed his two roommates.

He raised it to the mangled tie, quickly pausing to rethink his decisions. Soon he dropped the scissors to the tiled floor, kicking them to the corner which was littered with random objects, not really caring if one of his 'friends' cut their toe or something.

Scott grumbled, ignoring the uncomfortable tie. He slammed open the bathroom door. As quickly as he could, he stumbled into the messy bedroom, collapsing into a bed. Something kicked his side, as his roommate jumped up, groaning.

His other roommate, who was asleep in the other bed, sputtered something inaudible as he rose from the bed blearily. Scott groaned, rolling over a bit to face the roommate he'd probably fell on.

"Scotty.." Jake muttered, raising a white paw to hold his forehead. The roommate who was in the other bed started coughing, gagging a bit before he jumped out of the bed and raced to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound of gagging came from it.

"You suck.." Jake glared at Scott, eyes tired and reddened from a late night. Scott dragged himself up the bed to be at Jake's side, grumbling. "Yeah yeah.." he muttered, going to reach for his phone.

He pulled it out of his pocket. He realized what time it was - six in the flipping evening. They'd slept all day. Scott groaned, scrolling quickly through his texts as Jake rubbed his forehead, Tom coughing up whatever he'd eaten last night in the bathroom.

"I hate you all.." Scott groaned, tossing his phone down on the bed. He realized how messed up the sheets were, rolling over to peer over the bed side. He found a heap of clothing, most of which weren't theirs. "Idiot foxes.." he grumbled.

"I ain't cleanin' your mess up." Jake sneered, as Tom stumbled back into the room, still coughing a bit. Scott rolled back over to face the ceiling, before sitting upright. He sputtered a bit, the way he sat up making his stomach twist.

"Aye, we all goin' back home today, right..?" Tom grumbled, his teeth grit. "Yeah." Scott mumbled, fiddling with his tie again. Surely that party last night didn't do anything bad - right?

Idk I'm tired and just wanted to write something.