Valentine Robson sat staring blankly at the television screen across the bar. He was only vaguely aware of the horse racing it was showing. The air in the bar was heavy with the smell of alcohol mixed with body odour. Valentine picked up his glass and drank the remaining beer, the alcohol has long since numbed his taste buds, he only felt the rough texture of the beer going down his throat. With a simple nod of his head he let the bartender know to pour another. He couldn’t remember how many he’d had, he simply didn’t care anymore.