Jackson wore a suit many years ago and it was a strange feeling for him. His body was so stiff and it was an effort to move the way he wanted. Strange feeling indeed. Still, he looked sharp and he especially loved the way his date appeared that evening. She made the entire suit-wearing thing entirely worth it. "You know, it's been a long time since I last wore something like this," he said as he linked her arm before entering the backyard. "Perhaps my Hollywood days and that is saying something."
"You, my love," He gently lifted her hand to kiss it. "Are dating an old fart." He smiled, his eyes twinkling under the decorative lights and he finally observed the room. Watching all of the people dance was mesmerizing. He did love to dance.