We then cut to the Bluebird, where Marilyn quite coincidentally happens to be sitting at the bar. Deacon offers to buy her a drink, and she says it's been a long time. Not one for small talk, Deacon gets to the point quickly -- he wants her to stay away from Avery, whom he notes is his niece's boyfriend. He doesn't want Scarlett to get hurt by... shenanigans. Marilyn wonders why Deacon is talking to her about it, and he says that Avery is ambitious, and sometimes a drowning man will grab on to just about anything. In this moment a drag queen would just reference her nasty snatch and be done with it, but Deacon has a bit more restraint. Marilyn tells him that he should have signed with her when he had the chance, because she would have made him more than just the man in Rayna's sideshow. But to him, it wasn't worth the price of getting all up in her cootified business. The two part with some insincere niceties, and we confirm that Gunnar has been eavesdropping this whole time. Add an extra patina of goofiness, and he's not all that different from 30 Rock's Kenneth Parcell.
Back at the Manse of Evildoing, Teddy charges into Lamar's office, quite upset about Cole's arrest for narcotic possession. Lamar tells him that it really was a routine traffic stop, and pure luck that Cole had a bottle of unprescribed Oxy on him. Teddy asks if Lamar is sure that he had nothing to do with the drugs, and Lamar is offended by the accusation. You know, because he typically follows a strict "do no harm" code. He's pissed, and acts if there's anything else Teddy thinks he's entitled to know. And I mean, prooooooobably not a good idea to get on the bad side of the guy who just covered up your embezzlement scandal, even if he is kind of a tool.
Meanwhile, Avery gets the news that his band didn't get the Lumineers opener slot -- it went to Lindi Ortega, who this show seems to really be pushing. Avery kicks a thing, likely ruminating on exactly how much of a deep-dive he's willing to take in Cougar Holler.
We then cut to better times in Miami, where The Balcony is hopping. Juliette looks thrilled to be at a place where she might get into trouble. Her counterpoint is Sean, who orders a club soda. He's got practice, after all. After being called a choirboy for the umpteenth time, Sean finally tells Juliette that he was never actually in the choir. I'm sure he went to Vacation Bible School a lot, though. Juliette asks him to dance, and doesn't seem to mind the fact that they both look like total dorks. It's an unexpectedly fun time all around! If Makena ever gets out of the PR game, she should try her hand at matchmaking.