First he invented his name. Now he's reinventing himself. A failed actor and recently fired temp, he's created a life centered on survival and hopefulness. (Think "Sweet Charity," but with better shoes and less Fosse.) But plucky doesn't pay the rent. Rent money pays the rent. The kind of green that you can get if you use your charm and good looks to convince other people that you're already wealthy...which of course connects you to other wealthy people who are happy to buy you things as long as you're one of them. No wonder the rich stay rich. He appears to be the sort of person Brett's pretending to be: a confident trust fund baby who has it all. (Think tan. Think preppy. Think adorable.) But the only confidence Jamie really has is of the "confidence game" variety. When Jamie and Brett meet by chance one night at the Penthouse, a watering hole for rich, older gay men and the younger men who love their wallets, sparks fly...and they continue to fly even after they discover they're both playing the same game. So how can two handsome, thirty-ish guys make their way in New York's high society on a laughably low budget? ...Brett and Jamie's cynical plan to integrate themselves into New York's wealthy gay social circuit where the Sugar Daddies are plentiful and the living is easy. Before you can say, "How to Marry a Millionaire," the two men are mixing it up with a "Velvet Mafia" of gay power-brokers, suspicious socialites, and social climbers, while running away from compromising Internet photos, creepy roommates, the constant threat of exposure, their own nagging consciences, and Astoria.
