They (THEY) had no business playing for any amount of money--but--I suspect they did not learn their lesson
Honestly probably no lesson to learn and they probably didn't care about a few pitchers of beer.
I played at a college with a proper pool hall in the Student Union, 13 Gold Crowns IIRC. There were people on the college team, and a few serious players like me, but most didn't care. The old man that ran it was old school and understood real players. He took good care of those tables. But he seemed to know it was mostly idle entertainment.
Years after I left they sunk a few tens of millions into a new Student Union. No pool hall. Not one table.
Their tuition is paid, room and board paid, they just have to survive until the next disbursement of financial aid...loans, grants, or a combination. Add a few bucks from work-study and/or part time work.
Places like bar/pool halls make their bread and butter off people having fun. Serious players and the sport itself could go away and some of them might not even notice.
We can walk in and clean house one night and to the business and players we might not even be a blip on the radar.
But it's kind of like when some unassuming guy in a bar kicks someone's ass that thought they were the biggest swinging dick to ever walk in the place.
I was that college kid on a bar pool table often, and made my extra money doing it. And I wasn't the best from that Student Union. The guy that was the best never gambled, only played at the Student Union, and never played on the college team. As I remember he went on for a PhD in some kind of engineering.
Smart guy. Seriously smart. Wicked good with a pool cue. It never seemed to be important to him. He had more important things going on. It was just idle entertainment for him.
The only picture of my Joss from the 1980s is a clipping from the university newspaper. The female college state champion posed for a picture holding my Joss. She played off the wall, didn't have a cue. When they were about to snap the picture I took the house cue and handed her my Joss. I'll never forget her smile holding my cue, and buried in my stuff is an old yellowed clipping to prove it. Just holding my cue was a trophy to her because I was the (second) best player she knew in the room.