John paws at his collar a few more times, "You've got to be kidding me... How could this get any worse?" John gulped, he had a feeling that his troubles tonight could only just be starting.
"Reow... Lets see... First of all... how to sneak out of here... Hmm..." John noticed his old clothes on the wall. No one would be stupid enough to mistake him as a human in his plain shirt and jeans, but it couldn't hurt.
The latex tiger shook out most of the water and dirt from the pants and slipped them over his legs. The pants fit kind of odd on his legs, and there was nothing he could do about his hindpaws, but at least his tigerhood, err, manhood, wasn't hanging free for the world to see. John shrugged, and put his old shirt on. He wish he had a hat or something so his unusually shaped ears wouldn't stick out so much.
Taking one last look at himself in the mirror John gets ready to try sneak out of the bathroom, "Meow... I hope no one sees me..."