While walking down the street, in his wobble-like movement, our welshman had problems in keeping the stability. He knew what is happining, he was drunk to the boot. His visions were shady, his thoughts only small pieces of what happened before few hours. Well, he got into that state after 8th gin. Cadell cursed himself and made promise that he won't ever take an alcohol near his lips. Another lie he told himself. He told this "lies" to himself everyday, everynight and everytime when he realised, he should have few morals. Sadly each time he has broken those promises.<br/><br/>And then Cadell saw her. Exotic women was always his choice, he knew and he felt. He licked his lower lip, slowly advancing towards the gypsy lady. Going straight was the most difficult exercise at the second, problems of going where he wanted were overwhelming his head. His head wanted to go right towards the woman, but his legs did not cooperate. When he finally got where he wanted, bashing to few people that were walking down the streets, he rised his right palm for a greetings, opening his mouth for few words in rather noisy tone: "<span style="color: DarkGreen">Hai' there, go lad'. Where ya goin'? Wannah my welsh draig?</span>" His face obtained idiotic grimase, smiling with wide smile on the gypsy woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>