When I was in college, back when dinosaurs ruled the earth and the drinking age was still 18, we had a similar instance.
One of our brothers decided to do a “Bluto”, drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in one gulp. We tried to stop him, but to no avail. Everyone thought he was going to puke it up, but he held it down.
About 1/2 an hour later he went to the bathroom and didn’t come out.
We found him hours later laying in a puddle of vomit, barely responsive. We rushed him to the hospital where he was comatose for almost a week.
No one blamed the fraternity. Everyone, including his parents, thought he was an idiot. They actually thanked us for saving his life.
Times sure have changed. I guess no one is responsible for their own stupid decisions.
Not when there are eager attorneys around to help you blame others, still feel like your darling little angel is still pure and innocent while you grieve, and you can get paid.