"We're not going out like this..." says Jack chuckling. "What?" you ask confused. "Look at ourselves, we've got massive erections. Either I cum or we get some clothes on." You laugh, now realizing what he means.
The two of you dig through your respected closets looking for some outfits. Finally you find an old torn up red zipper hoddie. You love puns, and a wolf dressing up in a red hood the perfect kind of joke for the party tonight. You tear off a few more of the edges and cut some holes in it for effect, making it look like you're a werewolf who burst out of it.
Jack on the other hand found a stereotypical bad boy jacket and dark shades. Snapping off the arms of the glasses he was somehow able to get them to stay on the edge of his muzzle without falling off. The outfit is the perfect big bad wolf look.
"Heh, you weren't able to find any pants either?" he say laughing. "What? Oh right, we were looking for those, weren't we." You somehow completely forgot. "Oh well, our sheaths will work fine." says Jack heading for the door.
"Our what?" you say looking down at your cock. It's now safely tucked away in a flap of furry skin held up against your stomach, though still slightly erect it's only just poking it's head out.. "Woah, did we have those a minute ago!?!" you yell confused. Jack stops and thinks for a second. "I think we did... I can't remember. Oh well, let's go."