From inside the little inn, Socorro's head perked up. Music? And not her little groups music. Out the door as well... Part of her was rather content laying in bed with her beautiful alcohol but her curiosity over powered her laziness. Shoving herself out of bed, she tossed a single lock of cocoa brown hair over her shoulder until it fell in place at her waist. She was in her regular clothes now save for the massive belt that was hanging loosely over her frayed jeans and bandana keeping her hair up. A loose peasant shirt remained her top and it blew softly in the breeze, accentuating her curves. Sauntering out the back door of the inn she passed their rickety old can but didnt stop, slamming her thumb into the now spilling vodka bottle. It seemed as if a decent crowd had formed in the falling sun and as they stopped their song, Socorro pouted.<br/><br/>"Hey, don't stop! Keep going and I'll sing." Her thick Spanish accent carried on the wind and as the silence fell, she sighed.<br/><br/>"Like this, chikitita's." Not singing but humming, a soft song began. Gesturing to the other two to begin their acts, she walked farther forward, grinning.