Jelly
"Suigetsu, you're going to come right?" Kiba throws his arm around the other guy's shoulders.
"Why would I want to come to your lame-ass party?"
"This is not just some lame-ass party." Kiba stick's his nose in the air in indignation. "This is Naruto's last hurrah before he is bound by the chains of marriage for all eternity! This is one of the last times that the males of our generation, will be able to join together to ogle scantilly clad women and drink to excess, before we are all traped in the -"
"Shut up Kiba, I have no intrest in your party."
"It is not a party, it is a stag night!"
"I'm not very good friends with Naruto."
"The guy trust's you to take ANBU ranked missions. Without an escort."
"Trust and friendship are not the same thing, Kiba." Suigetsu sighs. "Example I trust that Karin will punch me next time she see's me. That does nit mean we're friends."
"No, she's your fuck -" Kiba is cut off by Suigetsu's glare. "Anyway, Naruto only trust's his friends."
"There is absolutely nothing you can say to make me go to this party."
"There will be Jelly Shots."
"Bastard."
I can just imagine these two being great friends. Americans I mean Jelly as in Jell-O, not Jelly as in Jam. And for the record, DO NOT DO JELLY SHOTS! I did once, ate twenty and got ridiculously drunk, but by that stage I was fucked anyway.