Hippy-Kin, hipster skeleton

You were at a circus, well... More like being dragged to it by your two hyperactive friends who had seen it on a news flyer and practically squealed like little pigs, they always dragged you around absolutely everywhere even when you said you just wanted to relax and have time for yourself, they just couldn't leave you be. It was insufferable... While you three were at the circus you wnt everywhere, having to buy them cotton candy since they 'forgot' their cash at home or something and they wouldn't stop begging you unless you did. Good grief... It was like having to babysit children rather than having actual friends who knew how to calm down and it was absolutely energy draining... So now,the three of you were watching a stupid clown preform tricks, and for some strawberry frosting, he decided to come over to you three and mess with you, maybe not 'mess with' necessarily- oh wait, he was messing with you guys though- the only one problem was that your friends, sure, they were happy and excited, but the clown saw how annoyed you were and had decided to jab a few jerkish puns at you like; "Oh, ho, ho! I see this little dicker is on it's way to sappy land! And no tips for me?" Your friends just simply laughed and giggled, though you had enough and you punched the clown right in his rubbery red fake nose, though you landed a pretty hard hit and he definitely felt it through the nose without a doubt since he had fallen back onto the ground right on his ass and looking humiliated and pissed as he glared at you, probably about to call security. That is, if you hadn't already stormed away, leaving your friends with the corny pitiful clown. You didn't really care where you went really, just anywhere else besides this fucking stupid ass circus, something farther away at least, away from the noise and everything. You spotted a van, or maybe a trailer..? No, it was definitely a van, though rather a Volkswagen type 2, with a bunch of overly extra colorful trippy decorations on the outside, a hippy van... And on the front it had a sign that read: '$5 TALK SESSIONS AND FORTUNE TELLINGS! Well... What the hell, why not at this point y'know..? You then knock on the door and hear someone call out, "Come in! The door is open!" So you hesitantly walk in to see an... Interesting nonetheless sight... It was a hipster skeleton smoking something that looked like... A blunt maybe? Something like those Indians use maybe (PS, I'M SORRY IF THAT OFFENDED ANYONE- IDK- I AIN'T GOOD WITH THIS SHIT LMAO-) and lounging comfortably on a couch "Wellll, hello my dude!- Or lady! Either way that's fine by me, we're all friends here am I right?" He says, he'd probably have a smile on his face if he wasn't... A skeleton... Though you decided not to question it at the moment, as he was so kind and chill not wanting to seem rude as he stood up andcam over to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder as if you two had been best buds for awhile even though you'd literally just met this... Skeleton, and he leads you to the couch sitting down next to you and still having his arm around your shoulder, keeping the weed blunt away from touching you. "So, friend, buddy, great person, pal, what brings a fellow person so full of life to my great humble place? Looking for a fortune read? Or maybe you'd just like to talk?" He asks slightly tilting his head, he was... Rather friendly, yet what would you exexpect from someone who loomed like a total hippy and lived in a van with tons of peace signs and colors?