As a young journalist hungry for the truth, Mo quickly abandoned his lofty ideas when he started hanging out with the Uppers for his society column. Fascinated by their glamorous world, Mo wants his piece of the pie. So he uses his press pass to get into parties, his pen to spread malicious gossip and his fists to get the Uppers' approval.
As the crème-de-la-crème of the jet-set, the Uppers rule the night. They’ve got it all, and money, champagne and titles are certainly not in short supply. They generally dislike everyone but they particularly despise “the poor who just aren’t the teeniest bit funky”. The Uppers hope that the government will finally take steps to banish ugly people once and for all.