Pretty hot, yeah?
Unfortunately, it ends with Rayna sobbing in the bathroom over the mess she’s made of her life. Uh, chica, I know you’re upset about the divorce. Not so much divorcing Teddy, I think but just the act of divorce. But you have a great career, are continuing to challenge yourself, have two wonderful children and at least two eminently fuckable guys panting around you. But I guess you’ve earned a one-time crying-in-the-bathroom pass.
Gunnar and Scarlett argue about letting (fuck, what is his name????) Billy Prag sleep on the couch. Scarlett is being sensible – hey, he’s a fugitive and a total crap brother for involving you in this and the heist in the first place. Gunnar is being stupid – he’s got nowhere to go, he’ll go back to Texas if I talk to him. Then Scarlett is so stupid, she caves and tell him it’s ok for only one night. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Hailey is giving Avery the hard sell, hitting him where he’s most vulnerable…in the pocketbook. See, Avery feels that his “talent” is not being valued enough. He believes he deserves some of the swanky lifestyle he sees around him. And Hailey, like a sexy, ambitious shark, goes after that blood in the water.
Rayna is crying in the bathroom over the crossroads her life is at. Sister, who hasn’t been there? Drunk in some hotel bathroom while some random strange wants to know what’s going on and if he’s still going to get laid.
Told you I don’t cry pretty.
Humph. Let me tell you something, Connie Britton/Rayna James. You are the 40-something star of a reasonably popular television soap. You are always going to be pretty no matter what is going on in your storyline. If you get cancer or gain 100 pounds, your skin is always going to be dewy and your lippy freshly applied. Let’s just get that straight.
Juliette is motormouthing her plans for the rest of the tour at Deacon. He stirs the pot just a little bit and lets her know about Glen’s impromptu meeting with her crew. You know, the one where he basically told everyone to ignore what Juliette wants and come to him for permission for anything. She blows a gasket, magnificently. The southern drawly timbre of her voice is just perfect for her character. It’s got edge and huskiness and it is just, to use a hackneyed phrase, pitch-perfect. She bangs on everyone’s doors until they all gather sleepily in the hallway.
She proceeds to rip Glen a new one, telling him if he doesn’t fall in line with her orders, he’s back to scouring the county fairs, looking for fresh talent.
Glen quits while Deacon winces in the background. Oh stop clutching your pearls, Doris. You instigated the fuck out of this little scene. You just love stirring up all these passions and then acting like you are so above it all and over it.