I told you to go right

"So," I began as the girls, lads and I trotted into the streets of Canterlot. "What do you guys want me to help you with today?"
"Thunder," Twilight replied, "You've done enough recently; you gibbed a group of disguised Changelings, decapitated another, and saved another stallion's life. You deserve a rest."
"No, seriously, I'm fine with working. It means things tend to run more smoothly at the wedding. Is there something you haven't inspected yet? Reception music, perhaps?" Applejack thought for a moment as we all stopped on a street corner.
"Well, ah'm gonna go visit Solar in hospital, and afterwards ah'm in the kitchen for food making, so this ain't gunna affect me." she noted.
"Twilight and I are going shopping to get some important wedding supplies." Inferno added as Twilight nodded in agreement.
"I'm helping the Royal Gardeners for the day so everything's perfect for the reception." Ebony continued.
"Sky's helping me train for the Sonic Rainboom." Rainbow cut in.
"I'm on dress making duties while Fluttershy practices her bird's singing." Rarity finished. "I don't see why you couldn't have a day off." I frowned.
"Well, I still think I need to do something." I sighed. "I mean come on, it's unlikely you'll do everything today, because there'll be something you need to do tomorrow that I could have helped with today."
"Fine, if you're so insistent on working, go check how the Reception Music's doing. I think the two DJ's are a stallion named Skipped Beat and Vinyl Scratch, who you know, so just see what they're doing together." The group simultaneously chuckled at Rarity's orders. After that was over, we all went our seperate ways, and I reached into my pocket. A small piece of paper with the location of my brother's van was the only thing I needed to know, so I began to head there.

I entered the dark alleyway, with the only light source being the blue lights in my eyes that had become brighter when I decapitated 'Colgate'. In the minimal light, I could make out boxes, litter, homeless shelters, and other things related to south London. But, at the end of the alleyway there was a metal thing reflecting the light my eye produced. After approaching cautiously, I made it out to be my brother's black DJ van. I knew it was occupied, since there was two voices inside, discussing music. I smirked, and knocked on the door with a hoof. A few seconds later, the van door slid open, and light filled a small segment of the alley. Looking back at me from two swivelly office chairs was Vinyl, with her goggles above her eyes, and my brother, who was wearing a pair of Beats headphones.
"Hey guys." I said calmly. "I'm here to check on the music for the reception."
"Sure, come on in." Skipped replied, moving out of the way and unfolding a small office chair. I sat down on it, and Vinyl turned around as well to face me. "Well, we've already got a playlist of something romantic to start with, and as the night progresses and the city carries on partying, the music gets more..."
"Bassy." Vinyl finished for him. "The only thing we need doing now is getting the speakers set up around the Canterlot Plaza, since that's where the crowds'll be."
"That's a brilliant start." I nodded. "How are you going to link the van's sound systems to the speakers?"
"By teleporting it to the top garden." Skipped said calmly. "Y'know, 'cause that's hoe this family rolls."
"True." I replied. "But is it really a city-wide party?"
"Not really," Vinyl replied, "Most of the music's in the plaza, which is well away from the residential areas, so we won't get the neighbours angry with any...what did you call them? Daft Punk?"
"Yeah." Skipped replied. "And best part is that after this, Vinyl and I are thinking of-"
Say relationship and I'll have another 2 heads for my Eyelander.
"-collab of songs and music!"
"Well, that'll get you both some money if it sells. Otherwise, let's see how many songs you have lined up."

A few hours went like that; we sat in the van, listening to the human music I missed out on since I arrived in Equestria. Daft Punk released a brilliant song, 'Get Lucky', Imagine Dragons and their 'Radioactive' song, among other brilliant music and remixes. It was pretty depressing to know Earth was doing fine without my friends and I, but I was fine with it, since I was sleeping with two mares. Two. Including that drunken one-night stand with Spitfire, three.
Once they were done for the day, Vinyl left me and my brother in his van, and we sat in silence as he did a few things on his iTunes account.
"Sooo..." I began.
"No, I don't fancy her." Skipped finished. "And I have a question, what's up with your eyes?"
"Y'know that game I played back home? TF2?"
"Yeah."
"One of the classes, Medic, turns out to be a living creature, and I've been helping him unbox Mann Co. Crates. Everything we unbox, we share, so I got hold of an Eyelander. It's haunted, and obsessed with heads. Every head I take with the blade gives me more power, and makes my eyes glow more. So after about 5 or 6 heads I'll look terrifying."
"Wow. Got anything you wanna give me?"
"Sure. Doktor left a pile of stuff in the warehouse and said we could help ourselves to whatever's there, since none of us need them, so I could go grab a few hats or guns or something."
"Alright, cheers." Skipped turned back to his Mac Mini (That damn MacFaggot), and continued his game of Sid Meier's Civilization: V.
"Who you playing as?"
"Aztecs."
"Go attack Germany, they're all bumblefaggots with nice shit."
"Cool, I'll do that."

A few hours later...

"So, how'd your day go?" Celestia asked at dinner.
"The reception music is doing well, the wedding is pretty much prepared, and my brother got nuked."
"What?" Twilight cut in.
"He slapped Germany and India were their allies."
"Ghandi is meant to be peaceful yet uses the most nukes." Luna added.
"Yes. Now to an important conversation." I said firmly, slamming a hoof on the table. Everybody gave me a confused glare. "Who's going to do something they're going to regret at the wedding reception?"
"Fleur de Lis is what I'm gonna do." Bush Whacker called out. The sound of a slap was heard, and an Australian grunt of pain. I facehoofed.
"You really need to get a marefriend." I called back.