This is a little something about Deacon/Rayna and where they are right now. Spoilers up to 1X11. Hope you enjoy. Comments are greatly appreciated.

Denver

Deacon smirked at Juliette's constant whining about how early it was. She really wasn't a morning person. Juliette's manager had booked several radio stations in Denver, one of which included an interview with him too. While Juliette went to see if their car was ready, he wondered around the lobby. The place was fairly empty minus a few guys in business suits. Most of the guest were still asleep at this hour.

He turned around to see Rayna about fifty away, walking into the front door. She was still in the dress she'd worn the night before, the silver dress which showed way too much cleavage. Not that I actually mind the cleavage but damn if she needed to show it everyone. And she had a baseball cap her head.

He watched the way she took a few steps and then spun around laughing back at the front door. He could hear her voice but couldn't make out any of the words. A second later Liam stumbled through the front door, seeming to trip over his own feet. Rayna ran to catch him but nearly fell herself in the process. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath as she laughed. She's drunk. She's drunk and she's been out all night with him.

Deacon slowly walked closer as Rayna and Liam headed away from him and down the hall. Deacon let go of the breath he'd been holding as Rayna got onto one elevator and Liam kept walking down the hall. With a backwards glance he headed back towards the rest of Juliette's entourage.

W-DEN Studio

Deacon cracked an annoyed smile as the DJ brought up the magazine article. Deacon denied drinking but admitted it was for the best that he was back at home "in country music." Juliette echoed that "country music was glad to have him back."

The DJ was some young kid with a Cash t-shirt and a fedora on his head. Wonder if he'll bother to ask a question about music. The kid kept trying to steer the conversation around to Deacon's sobriety or how hot Juliette looked In the outfit she was wearing now. Then the kid asked him, "how performing on tour with Rayna but not being "Rayna James' was."

Deacon pulled down his earphones, "For the record I haven't been Rayna James' boy in twelve years."

Juliette laughed and announced into her microphone, "that he's mine now. And trust me I'm smart enough to know how lucky that makes me."

The Denver Coliseum

Deacon watched as Rayna finished her regular set. Her red dress shimmered from the lights and she smiled widely, waving to the crowds as she exited. Deacon watched as Rayna turned towards Liam and blew him a kiss. Her eyes lingered on Liam as he winked back at her. Deacon clinched his jaw and Rayna began to walk off stage.

Deacon knew he should resist the urge but he couldn't help himself. He side stepped and got right into Rayna's path. Rayna frowned as they came face to face but said nothing.

Deacon practically shouted over the roaring crowd, "You know Ray, I think someone needs to remind you that you are a married woman."

He saw the fire in her eyes as she yelled back, "Excuse me?"

Deacon nodded towards Liam who was coming towards them. "I said, every single person in Colorado thought you two were getting ready to starting screwing right there on the stage. "

Deacon waited to feel the sting of her palm against his cheek but instead his own words slapped him in the face. "Well the good news is, it isn't twelve years ago, so I'm not your responsibility anymore. So what other people think of me isn't really your concern anymore."

She turned around and walked towards the back of the stage, presumably heading to her dressing room. Several stagehands began to yell at him, telling him to get on stage now.