Sakura sighed in exasperation and ran her hands through her hair. Kiba was always doing shit like this, and Naruto's inability to keep the date of her birthday quiet just made it worse. She read the note again just to make sure:
Dear Sakura,
Happy birthday! There's a special surprise for you at your place.
Kiba
P.S. It's a stripper.
Thoroughly annoyed but just a bit curious, she turned the key and pushed the door open to find a very familiar orange jumpsuit and an all-too-familiar teammate. And a pole. She slammed the door over Naruto's maniacal, giggling protests and resolved to beat Kiba into next week. Some things were better left to the imagination.