His jig hadn't changed in fifty years. What had looked cute for a twelve year old was just hilarious now. Given any opportunity he would dance for a crowd, his belly dancing along with him in it's own independent way. His legs were no longer a blur and the toes weren't really pointed, but he got an A for effort. Afterwards he'd join in the laughter with his hearty tones and collect the drinks he'd been promised.
Dance, twirl. leap, knees up and down with less rhythm than a spider on a trampoline, elbows up and down, whirling with as much grace as a medieval mace, watch out here I come, dance like a snake being held by it's tail, wriggle, cavort, excited, exhilarated, giddy, high as a kite, out of breath, in a hurricane of ecstasy, danced like a rag doll in a tornado, random jutting limb movements, gregarious, delighted, a contagious bubbling over with excitement, infectious joy.