Seven Minutes in Heaven at Clay's Engagement Party!!!

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The orange sun set quietly over the Diamond Spray Delta River. But as for Clay and Peril's engagement party, the music blared, dragons blabbered, and waltzed all over the dance floor, from Glory and Deathbringer's fast salsa to Moon and Winter's slow waltz. 

As Deathbringer had done at the Dragonets' hatching party, he jumped onto the stage and shouted into the megaphone.

"ATTENTION FRIENDS, FOES, AND ROYAL IDIOTS!" The crowd went wild. "Wow, they really love me." Deathbringer remarked.

"It's the quote, you idiot." Glory said. "And I'm the one who thought of it. I wrote your whole speech! Except the Seven minutes in Heaven part, which you decided to do. Don't tell me you're thinking of doing that again." Glory said.

"Oh yes I am!"

"Noooooo!!!" Glory wailed.

"We're playing your all time favorite party game, Seven Minutes in Heaven! As you all attended the hatching party, you all know how to play. But for those people who can't remember why you're here, all you have to do is go in a closet for seven minutes with a dragon opposite your gender, doing, let's just put it this way; stuff that both of you like. And in courtesy to Miss Peril, we've added a fireproof coat to the closet. So let's begin!" Deathbringer announced.
"The first dragon will be... Drumroll please.... Mr. Riptide of the SeaWings!" Deathbringer yelled picking a slip out of the first bucket. Riptide strode confidently to the stage, humbly accepting a bouquet of flowers smacked into his face.
"Let's see which lucky dragon gets to kiss this dragon! Deathbringer said, handing Riptide the bucket.
"Pick away!"
Riptide covered his eyes and groped around in the bucket. He picked out a slip that was labeled 'squid-brain'. He knew who it was right away.
"Come on up Miss.Tsunami!" He said, grabbing Deathbringer's megaphone and shouting into it mischievously.
"Looks likes somebody's ready to be with me." Tsunami said chuckling.
Deathbringer handed the couple skyfire pouches, and pushed both of them into the closet, locking it.
"Seven minutes... Starts... NOW!!" Deathbringer shouted from outside.
"Fancy playing around with the SeaWing heir?" Tsunami asked into the dark.
"You bet. And there's no being shy with me. C'mon, open up Tsunami. You've got to tell your secrets to your future husband." Riptide said, lighting up all his stripes, illuminating his handsome face.
An image flashed into Tsunami's mind. She and Riptide were into a cave together. But there was an ocean blue dragonet scurrying around their laughing figures. It couldn't be who she thought it was. But it was. Her very own dragonet. She was visualizing it already, when she wasn't even married.
"Ever think of having dragonets?" Tsunami finally managed to say.
"Why of course!" Riptide said, looking surprised. "Nowadays, when father talks about my mother and me, my only wish is to have our- oops, I mean my own dragonet to love."
Did Riptide just say 'our'? He did, thought Tsunami.
"You said 'our', admit it. You love me." Tsunami playfully said knocking his snout.
"Well, I do. But do you?" Riptide asked apologetically, a little afraid of what the response might be.
"If you didn't know before, here's something that will prove it." Tsunami said.
She pushed her snout onto his, taking in the sea breeze scent and enjoying every moment of it. After what could be five seconds or five years, she pulled away.
"Well that was nice." Riptide said, fingering Tsunami's snout tenderly. " Care to go for another round?" He asked. I
"You bet." Tsunami said.
They pushed their snouts closer and closer, just as-
The door flung open.
"R-Riptide, I didn't know you-you were, well, THAT!" Deathbringer said.
The couple walked sheepishly back to their seats.
Deathbringer picked another slip from the bucket.
"May I call up Mr. Starflight of the NightWings?" Deathbringer announced.
Starflight, blindfolded, stumbled up to the stage. Glory helped him up.
Stumbling across the stage, he picked a slip from the raised alphabet bucket, designed just for him.
Carefully reading it, it spelled 'I'm having a vision!'. Starflight knew who that was.
" Umm... Fatespeaker?" He called.
"Eeeeeep! I'm with Starflight!" She said, running up to the stage.
She threw herself into Starflight's arms. He stumbled under the weight.
" I'm having a vision, where me and you have a blast in the closet!" Fatespeaker said, leading Starflight into the closet.
" 7 minutes you two" Kinkajou said locking the closet. "Ummm..." Starflight said to Fatespeaker. "Now I feel like I'm blind, it's so dark in here." Fatespeaker mumbled. No one said a word for a few minutes.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open and Sunny grabbed Starflight and flew off cackling, "He's mine now!!! Mwa-ha-ha!!" She yelled.
Fatespeaker was left sobbing on the ground until someone could comfort her. (which happened to be when Starflight stumbled back with a few bleeding wounds.)