The bartender is an unusual creature. Frequently hot and handsome yet disturbingly aloof, bartenders strike a balance between showmanship, seduction, and pouring a good stiff drink. They have to. They work for tips. The allure of the bartender — especially to gay men — is akin to the allure of a straight man. Approachable but unobtainable. In fact, there’s such a mystique surround the bartender that movies and songs have been written about him, and Atlas Grant fits the bill. Hot and handsome. Hairy and deliciously hung. He’s approachable but aloof. Except for tonight. While on his shift, during a slow night, Marc Giacomo walks in and they leave us to wonder, was this a former trick? Did they date? Maybe things didn’t work out between them but they decided to remain friends? Whatever the deal between Marc and Atlas, there’s no doubt that the have sexual chemistry. And like the drink Atlas serves, the non-stop bareback action that follows — so thick and heavy you can almost smell them sweat — is on the house. Tip included.