I told you to go right

I was actually smiling that day as I trotted beside my good friends through Ponyville. In spite of all the dodgy looks, and my strange urge to fly up and divebomb the fountain, it was a good day. Sun was shining high in the sky, ponies were laughing and talking and doing pony-like things, and there was nearly no clouds in sight. All it needed now was somepony to start doing some big musical number, and it would be complete. The six of us realised at some point that we'd need money, so we decided today we'd go job-hunting: no lie-ins, no tax-evasion, no excuses. We would be finding ways to get income today, and it seemed that luck was on our side.
"Ideas?" Inferno asked from the front of the group. "We haven't a clue what jobs we could do."
"Well," Sky said from near the back of us, "I've been thinking I could join the weather patrol. Thunder could help me, and you could too. If they accept humans, that is." I laughed quickly.
"What, you think this is like 1950's America?" I snorted. "I doubt a place like Equestria has Racism. And if there was, the KKK would get utterly destroyed out here: Ponies would hate them, like they should. I don't know who'd even be in the Equestrian Individuality Klan, or whatever it'll be called; Gryphons? Minotaurs? Earth Ponies and Pegasi kicking out Unicorns?"
"Ok, ok, we get it." Solar sighed. "I don't think we should bring things up like that here. I-It wouldn't go down well. Ever. Anyway, weather patrol seems good. We need to know how you guys'd sign up, though..." All six of us stopped next to the park gates. That was a point: if you have to go to, I dunno, Cloudsdale, how would we get there? None of us know where the damn place is, never mind how to get there. We all decided the best thing to do was ask around.
"I'll go find Rainbow Dash." Sky Wheel said quickly, shooting off before any of us could argue. We all facehoofed with an audible bonk.
"Yep, course he would." Inferno groaned. "Maybe...I could ask Derpy? Or Ditzy, whatever?"
"Good idea. Hopefully." I replied, looking around for anypony else. My mind clicked all of a sudden. "I could just ask Thunderlane!" I said a bit louder than expected, as everypony nearby suddenly looked at us. "Erm...yep. Thunderlane. You guys just look for jobs. Fire, why not see if there's any vacancy at Sweet Apple Acres?"
"Yeah, that's an idea." Fire nodded. "Ebony, you like delivering mail? Sure you do. Go to the Post Office."
"Wha-?" Ebony clearly hadn't been listening. The look of shock on his face was priceless. All attempts to argue back were met by stern glares. Finally, he sighed with defeat. "Fine..." he groaned, before charging his horn quickly and disappearing in a flash of light. We had no idea where he'd gone.
"Errr...Solar?" I thought through all possible job vacancies. "Try...and see...um...hmm. Inferno, I need ideas."
"I'm out." he shrugged.
"Oooh!" I suddenly realised. "Go speak to Rarity! She might need help gem hunting!" Solar's smile grew, as he did the same thing Ebony did and disappeared.
"Meet back here?" I asked Inferno and Fire.
"Yep."
"Yeah."
"Good. Off we go..."

And with that, we all shot off in different directions.

Flying overhead, I couldn't see Thunderlane. My vision was obscured by clouds, and I would only find him if I crashed into him like two ships in fog. Undeterred, I flew below the clouds. It was easier to see now; I was just above Sweet Apple Acres' stream thingy. But the rest of things were invisible from through the trees. Just before I gave up hope, I heard voices.
"Thanks fer helpin' me out, Twilight." came Applejack's voice.
"No problem, Applejack." Twilight replied. I followed the source of the voices, finally getting lost in the bushes. I took that opportunity to land, and swear loudly.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I smacked a hoof on the floor.
"Thunder?" Twilight suddenly said from behind. (Heh Heh) I turned quickly, and saw Applejack and Twilight looking rather at me with relatively mixed looks of disgust and confusion. I giggled in embarassment, turning.
"Ha, err...hi?" I laughed. "I was looking for Thunderlane. Have you seen him?"
"Who's Thunderlane?" Twilight cocked her head.
"Y'know, black fur...grey Mohawk...bit of an ass?" I asked, gesturing with my hoof. I was met with confused glances from the cowpony and librarian. "I was with him at the party a while back."
"No...not ringing bells." Twilight muttered. As if to stop the conversation from being awkward, there was a sudden flash of gold as a scroll hovered in the air.
"As if on cue." I groaned.

My faithful student Twilight...

By the time she was finished, Applejack looked excited beyond belief.
"The Grand Gallopin' Gala?" she excitedly yelled.
"Gallopin' The Gala Grand?" I yelled in reply, looking at her with my best Nicholas Cage face. She looked so excited still, as though she were a child on Christmas. And so, she launched into a monologue of what she'd do with the tickets. I looked uninterested: because I'd seen it before.
"An' what would y'all do with the ticket, Thunder?" Applejack turned and asked me.
"Get bored, lose it, wipe my arse with it, eat it, sell it, burn it, drop it down the gutter, I dunno." I shrugged. "All I know is: you'll be the centre of attention with two tickets, Twilight. Best decide who you're taking."
"Why?" Twilight asked, looking at me as though I'd just told her I was a ghost. "Do YOU want to go?"
"Hell no!" I shot back. "It sounds boring. Anything with more than 5 syllables in its name is boring."
"What?" she reeled back, confused. "Like Princess Celestia? How could you say that about such a kind and benevolent ruler?"
"I just did." I snorted. "Other things include: The Gryphonian Capital, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Spike the Purple Dragon, The Royal Canterlot Gardens, and Young Miss Twilight Sparkle. Those are all the things I can think of."
"B-But...those are all dear to me! Well, except the first one." she grinned. "Gryphonia really is boring."
"Agreed." I replied with a nod. "But anyway: I'm not interested."
"Alright," Twilight rolled her eyes. "Looks like I'm taking you, AJ."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Twily."
"Don't call me that...Thundy."
"Heh, that's pretty good. Fair play."
"Thank you."
"Anyway, inbound Rainbow Dash: three, two, one..."
As if on my cue, a spectrum bashed into the girls, followed closely by a green and black crumple. The latter of which promptly crashed into the dirt, rolled a bajillion times, before crashing into a tree. I recognised both: Sky Wheel was the tree impacter, and Dashie was the former that tackled Twilight and Applejack. Trotting casually over to Sky's body, I looked over him.
"So," I laughed. "How was your job interview?"