Atlas had taken the first opportunity he had to slip away from the throng of dancing bodies. Well, one could not exactly /slip/ away when they had an alligator in tow, but Sir Reginald moved pretty quickly. Atlas couldn't help but think that there was a reason alligators and crocodiles kept their sprawling posture while other creatures adapted to upright ones; their speed clearly wasn't effected.
The pixie ended up by the pool, always feeling more calm by bodies of water. Sir Reginald hissed at him in question and the pixie nodded, unclipping his leash and allowing the alligator to walk over to the water, slipping in and going under the surface. He heard a few shouts and screams of displeasure and let out a laugh; other people's pain and fear was always amusing.
Atlas himself stuck his feet into the pool, kicking his legs as the bottom of his white suite pants got wet. Monarch would be annoyed if he saw Atlas hiding out here and using Sir Reginald to scare people off, but he'd probably be proud he'd managed to clear the whole pool.
The pixie wished he'd snuck his switch in anyway to play Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing or something, so for now he amused himself by watching how fluidly the alligator moved underwater until he heard someone enter. Atlas didn't look up, pretty sure they'd see the alligator and leave. When they didn't, he lifted his head with a lifted, questioning brow.