The Clooney Estate

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Jack lives at home with his mother, Abbey, and his father, Marcus (Mark).
They also have three Great Danes, (from left to right) Brox, Fonzi and Raven.
They're beloved family pets, but they're also guard dogs.
They have two live-in house attendants a personal chef and a password protected front gate.

Mark Clooney is the CEO of a large firm
Abbey Clooney is film and television producer



Playbys - Chris Mintz-Plasse, Mark Wahlberg, and Mary-Louise Parker.

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Crashing a wedding was probably one of the craziest things Jack and Baker had done together thus far. He was so amped up afterwards that he had stolen the top tier of the cake and was now munching on it inside his mustang with his best friend ever. They were headed back to his house for the party that had already begun, seeing all the cars outside his house. He knew inside, his mom would be still trying to get things set up as far as refreshments and music. Jack had the best mother in the world.

When he pulled up in the drive, he parked outside rather than in the garage seeing as some dick-lick was blocking the door with his big ass SUV. Jack exited the car and waited for Baker to get out before he headed inside. Wiping the cake from his fingers and face on the little piece of fabric from his suit pocket, he looked to Baker who seemed to be missing something. "Dude!" He said, stopping him in his tracks. From an inside pocket, Jack pulled out two pairs of dark sunglasses and handed one to Baker while he put on the other. "We have to be classy mother truckers." He slapped his hand on the side of his friend's arm, "Class pays, man."

After they were situated, Jack lead the way inside. There were already a good handful of people here, some he knew, others he didn't but was sure he would by the end of the night. "I have to go find my mom," He said, turning to Baker and almost plowing into his chest. "Whoa, hoss." He said in a sassy attitude before laughing and walking off to find his mom. Just as he'd thought (after checking her room, the backyard and living room), he found her making mixed drinks and jello shots in the kitchen. "Mamasita!" Jack called out, wrapping his arms around her looking at her preparations. "How do you do it?" He asked, shaking his head. "Oh you know, I just have that magic. It's the reason I'm so awesome. I mean, how many of your friend's parents would make your friends custom drinks? Hm?" She asked, ruffling up her son's hair. He grabbed a beer from the large tub, cracked it open and downed half.

[Baker Atkinson]

{ started in a suit, now he's here: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=76948492 }

Baker was literally bouncing up and down in the passenger's seat as Jack drove back home. He was beyond pumped, a smear of frosting across his mouth from when he'd fallen into the groom's cake. There was also a throbbing pain at the back of his head, assuming that's where he'd had his hair pulled just before running out of the ballroom and straight for Jack's car. While at the wedding (or crashing, rather.. they were never really at it), Baker had been in a suit. Tie included. But, someway somehow, he'd managed to change out of the suit pants and into a pair of cargo shorts on the ride home. How he did it, being such a giant, was a shock to both him and jack. He waited until the car stopped and got out to switch the jacket and shirt for a sweater.

After tossing the suit into the backseat, Baker followed Jack up to the front door and entered. He'd been in Jack's house plenty of times, but it still never ceased to amaze him. Taking the glasses from Jack, Baker snorted. "But we're inside.." he said in a curious voice, but put them on anyway. Jack was by far the coolest kid he knew... and if he said put on sunglasses, then you put on sunglasses.

Since the car, Baker had been walking dangerously close to the back of Jack. For no reason, really. But he was oddly close. And it only mattered when Jack had turned and suddenly smashed his face into his chest. "Whoa buy me dinner first, little man," Baker said, putting his hands up just as Jack walked away. "Ah yea.. yea I'll just.. I'll wait... here.." Baker looked around, but there was actually no one in the main entrance. Sighing, he let his hands fall and trotted to the kitchen where he again found Jack and his mom.

"Heyyy Mrs. Clooney," Baker said in a sweet tone, reaching across the counter to give her a short hug. "I know I tell you this every time but your house. Its just," his voice suddenly got very high, "Its crazayy." Not before offering a smile, Baker turned to Jack who was already holding a beer. He didn't expect any less. "When did you tell people to get here? Did you see all the cars, man?" he asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder as a short blonde girl in a bikini ran in front of the two, grabbed a shot from the tray Mrs. Clooney had prepared, winked at them, then ran back out of the room.

[Lucinda Jordan]

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Lulu hadn't been to a party in forever, it had been so long, and she'd been itching to attend one ever since the last one she went to -- which was a really long time ago, before Ben and her had even dated, before she even remembered his name. That was saying something. She used to be out every night! She used to always know how to have fun, always go out, always be social, and now she sort of just hung around and kept to herself and spent more time with her boyfriend. Not that she didn't love it! She was going to be with him tonight, anyway, right? She just missed the high life, dancing around, showing some skin, drinking that light.

She didn't even care that she had no idea whose house she was at, all she cared was that she was having fun. There were so many unfamiliar faces, but she couldn't give a rat's ass right now, sipping a drink from her cup and sitting over on one of stools in the kitchen. The house was huge, she swore she could get lost in it. She came from a family with money, too, but the place she lived wasn't nearly so extravagant, she was impressed. Lulu leaned back as she sat, giggling slightly and raising an arm, swaying it along to whatever song was playing right now, crossing her legs as she did so.

Seeing a boy walk in and call the older woman who had been mixing the drinks together 'mom', Lulu raised an eyebrow and leaned forward on the kitchen table, setting her drink down, "This is your party? You live here?" she giggled slightly, though for no particular reason other than the fact that she'd downed a few shots and a beer earlier and was already a little tipsy, "That's awesome, I can't even explain to you -- your mom," she pointed to the woman, and shook her head, raising a hand in praise, "your mom is so cool."

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Jack let his smile go wild when Baker entered the room, like he hadn't seen him in months. "Hey, Baker!" His mom cheerfully greeted. Jack loved how his mom loved his best friend like a son. She had even offered for him to move in for Christ sake! It was just awesome. "Yeah! No shit? I just posted something on Facebook and yeah. No time was given!" Jack laughed at Baker, pulling a beer from the bin and handing to him. "There's a problem though, why aren't you drinking?" He asked, practically shoving the bottle into his chest.

In a second, his attention was taken to the tipsy girl he didn't know that was leaning toward him. Because he didn't have a care in the world, Jack immediately went up to her, wrapped his arm around her waist and replied, "Ey, indeed it is. I'm Jack, and you are Miss America, correct?" He asked as his mom turned her back. He had no shame. "Baker! Meet Miss America!" He said, throwing his other arm out.

[Baker Atkinson]

Baker fumbled over the bottle in his hands and almost dropped it probably five times. "Jack I don't.." but he was already walking away, there was no handing it back now. Nodding to himself, Baker looked down at the bottle and smiled. The cap was still on. And he didn't have an opener. As far as he knew it could've been twist off. But until Jack asked, "no bottle opener" would be his excuse.

Turning, Baker cracked an awkward smile as he looked at the girl. "Oh hi.. Miss.. America.." he said, tilting his head a bit, sort of confused. He recognized her, but still didn't know who she was. To avoid making more awkward eye contact, Baker looked down at the beer in his hand and lifted his other hand to tug at the cap.

It came off.

"Shit..." Baker whispered to himself, looking at the cap in his hand. There went his plan of pretending he couldn't open it.

[Lucinda Jordan]

"My name is Lulu," she smiled, poking Jack lightly in the chest with her index finger and giggling, reaching over to take another sip of her drink, "you can call me Miss America though, I can dig it." She shrugged with a grin, then waved over to Baker, "Hey, stranger, don't be shy!" Lulu shook her head, wriggling a finger to signal him to come closer. Her mind was honestly so cloudy she hadn't even noticed Jack's arm around her waist, but she didn't seem to care, cocking her head to the side, "We can all be misses and mister...ers America, yes?"

Lulu reached over for her cup to take another sip, then frowned when she saw that it was empty, setting it back down, looking around at the drinks set around the counter, her eyes lighting up when she got an idea, "Hey! We should take jelly shots, I want to take one, do you guys wanna take one off me? I taste pretty good, I think," she shrugged, "or so I've been told."

[Baker Atkinson]

Baker inched forward ever so slightly, looking from Lulu to Jack to his beer and over again. Jack was nodding at him after every glance down at his beer, which was clearly telling him to just go for it. Half of Baker wanted to, but the other half kept remembering that he had to go home after this. Or.. well, did he? He looked to Mrs. Clooney who waved at him with a smile before exiting the room. He could stay the night, right?

Fuck it.

Closing his eyes, Baker lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a rather large gulp. He coughed a bit, about a third of the liquid going down the wrong pipe. And it burned coming back up; the cough was pretty hard. "Jesus.. beers not supposed to do that," he hissed, looking at the bottle before shaking his head and taking another sip. He'd finished about half the bottle when he moved a bit closer to Lulu and Jack, right about when she was reaching for shots.

"Off.. you?" Baker's eyes grew wide as he looked to Jack who was smiling like a madman. How did he get all the girls. Just how. Right... cuz he was awesome. Baker looked back to Lulu and sort of smiled, now fiddling with the label on his beer.

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Jack had noticed that Baker had only just now touched the beer he'd handed to him. He'd only seen the kid drunk twice, both times were the only times and he was there for them like a proud brother should be. "Why yes, Lulu, I do agree that we can all be Miss America's. But I mean, Baker here has to be the statue of Liberty or something but we dig it, right?" He asked, mimicking her vocabulary.

His mom had walked off with one of the trays to go be a good host, and the girl was reaching for the remaining jello shots. "Yeah! Sure! Baker, you down?" He asked, helping the girl from her seat. "Just like, on the counter? Counters are fun." Jack laughed and waved as a friend that he knew as they raided the refrigerator.

[Lucinda Jordan]

Lulu laughed, purely out of enjoyment, removing the jean vest she'd been wearing over the small cropped bustier shirt she wore under it, giving full exposure to her cleavage. She didn't care that her boobs were fake -- she was proud of them. What was the good of getting them done in the first place if she was just going to hide them all the time? There wasn't! She laid her back on the counter, being sure to fix her hair so that nothing would get on it in case they spilled a little.

Reaching over for two shots, she poured one on her belly button and another right in the seep of her cleavage, giggling as she did so as it was cold. Arching her back she gave out a sigh, "Alright, lay it on me," she said in a sing-song voice, half-shutting her eyes as she waited.